At kirns and weddings we'se be there, harvest-homes, we shall
And oh! sae nicely's we will fare;
We'll house about, till Daddie Care
Sing Whistle Owre the Lave o't.
Sae merrily the banes we'll pyke, pick
An' sun oursels about the dyke, wall
An' at our leisure, when ye like,
We'll—whistle owre the lave o't.
But bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms,
An' while I kittle hair on thairms, tickle, catgut