Pop Goes the Weasel

Roond aboot the parritch pot,
fechtin for the theevil,
that's the way the money goes.
Pop goes the weasel!

My wee boy's a bonny wee boy,
your wee boy's a deevil;
that's the way the money goes.
Pop goes the weasel!

Up and doon Jamaica Street,
riding on an Eagle;
that's the way the money goes.
Pop goes the weasel.

The hireies roond the porridge pot,
lickin' at the theavil;
that's the wey the meal's sae dear.
Pop goes the weasel!