The Caird’s Second Song O merry hae I been teethin’ a heckle, An’ merry has I been shapin’ a spoon; O merry hae I been cloutin’ a kettle, An’ kissin’ my Katie when a’ was done. O a’ the lang day I ca’ at my hammer, An’ a’ the lang day I whistle and sing, A’ the lang night I cuddle my kimmer, An’ a’ the lang night am as happy’s a King. Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins, O’ marrying Bees, to gie her a slave: Bless’d be the hour she cool’d in her linens, And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave. Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie. O come to my arms, an’ kiss me again! Drucken or sober, here’s to thee, Katie! And bless’d be the day I did it again. May 1785 |
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