The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
O, MERRY HAE I BEEN
I
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!
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An' a' the lang day I whistle an' sing!
O, a' the lang night I cuddle my kimmer,
An' a' the lang night as happy's a king!
II
Bitter in dool, I lickit my winninsO' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave.
Blest be the hour she cool'd in her linens,
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!
Drucken or sober, here's to thee, Katie,
And blest be the day I did it again!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||