Merry hae I been teethin a heckle

O MERRY hae I been teethin a heckle,
An' merry hae 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;
O, a' the lang night I cuddle my kimmer,
An' a' the lang night as happy 's a king.

Bitter in idol I lickit my winnins
O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave:
Blest be the hour she cool'd in her linnens,
And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave!
Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie,
An’ come to my arms and kiss me again!
Druken or sober, here's to thee, Katie!
And blest be the day I did it again.