Merry Hae I Been Teethin A Heckle

O Merry hae I been teethin’ a heckle,
An’ merry hae I been shapin’ a spoon;
O merry haeI 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 cuddlemy kimmer,
An’ a’the langnight as happy’s a king.

Bitter in idol I lickit my winnins
O’marrying Bess, to gieher 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 orsober, here’s to thee, Katie!
An’blest be the day I did it again.