Cannily Cannily fol de l'albairnikie
Isn't he growing lang and fair
Ah whist lovely greetin, your Daddy is sleepin
No time to waken him yet
Soon he'll be gan tae the shed for his engine
Soon he'll be driving his train through the night
Working for pennies for you ma lone treasure
Clasen your eyes hinnie, your daddy sleeps light
When you are grown you will have your own engine
Fast as the devil once seen on the line
And all of our neighbourd will point tae our Johnnie
Now he's the King of the North Eastern Line
Cannily Cannily fol de l'albainikie
Isn't he growing lang and fair
Ah whist lovely greetin your daddy is sleepin
No time to waken him yet