But I’se dwall noo wi’ you if ye like to try—
Hae ye wark for Aiken drum?
“I’ll shiel a’ your sheep i’ the mornin’ sune,[57]
I’ll berry your crap by the licht o’ the moon,
An’ ba the bairns wi’ an unkenn’d tune,
If ye’ll keep puir Aiken-drum.
“I’ll loup the linn when ye canna wade,
I’ll kirn the kirn, an’ I’ll turn the bread;
An’ the wildest fillie that e’er ran rede
I’se tame’t,’ quoth Aiken-drum!