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 winninsO’ 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;O come to my arms and kiss me again!Drucken or sober, here’s to thee, Katie!An’ blest be the day I did it again.