There's Cauld Kail In Aberdeen

Chorus
My coggie, Sirs, my coggie, Sirs,
I cannot want my coggie:
I wadna gie my three-girr'd cap,
For e'er a quean on Bogie.
1.
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,
And castocks in Strathbogie,
When ilka lad maun hae his lass,
Then fye, gie me my coggie.
2.
There's Johnie Smith has got a wife
That scrimps him o' his coggie,
If she were mine, upon my life
I wad douk her in a bogie.

There Is Cold Broth In Aberdeen

Chorus
My dish, Sirs, my dish, Sirs,
I cannot want my dish:
I would not give my three-hooped dish,
For ever a young girl on Bogie (Bog).

There is cold broth in Aberdeen,
And cabbage stalks in Strathbogie,
When every lad must have his girl-friend,
Then fye, give me my dish.

There is Johnie Smith has got a wife
That scrimps him of his dish,
If she were mine, upon my life
I would duck her in a bog.