When you have gotten a wife to please.

Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet,

Ye little ken what’s to betide ye yet,

The half o’ that will gane you yet

If a wayward wife obtain you yet.

Your hopes are high, your wisdom small,

Woe has not had you in its thrall;

The black cow on your foot ne’er trod,

Which makes you sing along the road.

When I, like you, was young and free,