Coulters Candy

Ally Bally Ally Bally B,
sittin on yer mammie's knee,
greetin for a wee bawbee,
tae buy some Coulter's candy.

Ally Bally, Ally, Bally B,
when you grow up you'll go to sea,
makin' pennies for your daddy and me,
tae buy mair Coulter's candy.

Mammy gie me ma thriftie doon,
here's auld Coulter comin roon
wi' a basket on his croon
selling Coulter's candy.

Little Annie's greetin tae,
sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae
but gie them a penny atween them twae
tae buy mair Coulter's candy.

Poor wee Jeannie's lookin affa thin,
a rickle o banes covered ower wi skin,
she'll soon be gettin a wee double chin
frae sookin Coulter's candy.

There's no money for a poor wee soul,
yer daddie's signin on the dole,
but there's a penny in the sugar bowl
to get your Coulter's candy.