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 happys a king.
Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins
O marrying Bess, to gie her a slave:
Blest be the hour she coold in her linnens,
And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave!
Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie;
O come to my arms and kiss me again!
Drucken or sober, heres to thee, Katie!
An blest be the day I did it again.
