My Aunt Jane

My Aunt Jane she brought me in, she gave tea out of her wee tin Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shopMy Aunt has a bell on the door, a white stone step and a clean swept floor Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozengesMy Aunt Jane she's awful smart, she baked three rings and a apple tart And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always foundMy Aunt Jane she can dance a jig, sing a ballad for a sweety pig Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nailMy Aunt has a great wee shop, with luck bags and lime juice rock Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can