The Deuks Dang Oer My Daddie

  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!