II.
O wha will own he did the fau’t?
O wha will buy the groanin’ maut?
O wha will tell me how to ca’t?
The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t.
III.
When I mount the creepie chair,
Wha will sit beside me there?
Gie me Rob, I’ll seek nae mair,
The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t.
IV.
Wha will crack to me my lane?
Wha will make me fidgin’ fain?
Wha will kiss me o’er again?—
The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t.
XIII.
MY HEART WAS ANCE.
Tune—“To the weavers gin ye go.”