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!