the deuks dang o'er my daddie

    the bairns gat out wi' an unco shout,

    the deuks dang o'er my daddie, o!

    the fien-ma-care, quo' the feirrie auld wife,

    he was but a paidlin' body, o!

    he paidles out, and he paidles in,

    rn' he paidles late and early, o!

    this seven lang years i hae lien by his side,

    an' he is but a fusionless carlie, o.

    o haud your tongue, my feirrie auld wife,

    o haud your tongue, now nansie, o:

    i've seen the day, and sae hae ye,

    ye wad na ben sae donsie, o.

    i've seen the day ye butter'd my brose,

    and cuddl'd me late and early, o;

    but downa-do's come o'er me now,

    and oh, i find it sairly, o!