Haw missis, whit'll
ye dae when the wee Malkies come, If they dreep doon
affy the wash-hoose dyke, An pit the hems oan
the sterrheid light, An play wee heidies
oan the clean close wa, Missis, whit'll ye
dae?
Whit'll ye dae when
the wee Malkies come, If they chap yir
door an choke yir drains, An caw the feet fae
yir sapsy weans, An tummle thur
wulkies through yir sheets, An tim thur ashes
oot in the street, Missis, whit'll ye
dae?
Whit'll ye dae when
the wee Malkies come, If they chuck thur
screwtaps doon the pan, An stick the heid
oan the sanitry man, When ye hear thum
shauchlin doon yir loaby, Chanting, "Wee
Malkies! The gemme's a bogey!" Haw, missis,
whit'll ye dae?