Hae ye wark for Aiken-drum?
"I'll shiel a' your sheep i' the mornin' sune, *
I'll berry your crap by the licht o' the moon,
An' ba the bairns wi' an unkenn'd tune,
If ye'll keep poor Aiken-drum.
"I'll loup the linn when ye canna wade,
I'll kirn the kirn, and I'll turn the bread;
An' the wildest fillie that e'er can rede
I'se tame't," quoth Aiken-drum.
"Towear the tod frae the flock on the fell—