THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE
I
The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout:—
‘The deuk's 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,
An' he paidles late and early, O!
This seven lang years I hae lien by his side,
An' he is but a fusionless carlie, O!’
II
‘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 been 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 och, I find it sairly, O!’
