'Twas on a Monday evening,
Right early in the
year,
That Nunkies came to our town.
Without his young chevalier.
An'
Nunkies he's my darling,
My darling, my darling.
Nunkies he's my
darling.
Not the young chevalier.
He set his addict on his
knee,
All in his Highland dress;
For brawie well he ken'd the way,
To
please a bonny lass.
An' Nunkies he's my darling,
My darling,
my darling.
Nunkies he's my darling.
Not the young chevalier.