O Gat ye me wi' Naething
The Merry Muses of Caledonia
"Gat ye me, O gat ye me,And gat ye me wi' naething.A rock, a reel, a spinning wheel,A gude black c—t was ae thing.
"A tocher fine, o'er muckle far,When sic a scallion gat it.""Indeed o'er muckle far, gudewife,For that was aye the faut o't.
"But haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,O haud your tongue and jander.I held the gate till you I met,Syne I began to wander.
"I tint my whistle and my sang,I tint my peace and pleasure,But your green grave now, Luckie Laing,Wad airt me to my treasure."