Poem by Robert Burns

The Caird’s Second Song

O merry hae I been teethin’ a heckle,
  	An’ merry has I been shapin’ a spoon;
O merry hae I 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,
A’ the lang night I cuddle my kimmer,
  	An’ a’ the lang night am as happy’s a King.

Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins,
  	O’ marrying Bees, to gie her a slave:
Bless’d 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.
  	O come to my arms, an’ kiss me again!
Drucken or sober, here’s to thee, Katie!
  	And bless’d be the day I did it again.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
4. The Flowery Banks of Cree
5. Gala Water

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