Poem by Robert Burns

The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t

O WHA my babie-clouts will buy?
Wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me whare I lie?
  The rantin’ dog the daddie o’t.

Wha will own he did the faut?
Wha will buy my groanin’ maut?
Wha will tell me how to ca’t?
  The rantin’ dog the daddle o’t.

When I mount the creepie-chair,
Wha will sit beside me there?
Gie me Rob, I seek nae mair,
  The rantin’ dog the daddie o’t.

Wha will crack to me my lane?
Wha will mak me fidgin’ fain?
Wha will kiss me o’er again?
  The rantin’ dog the daddie o’t.

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