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!