O, merry hae I been cloutin' a kettle, patching
An' kissin' my Katie when a' was done,
O, a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, knock with
An' a' the lang day I whistle and sing,
O, a' the lang night I cuddle my kimmer, mistress
An' a' the lang night am as happy's a king.
Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins sorrow, earnings
O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave:
Bless'd be the hour she cool'd in her linens, shroud
And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave.