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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
No. 1 70. O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle.
Tune : Lord Breadalbine' s March.
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Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 270.
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my kim - mer, An' a' the lang night as hap - py's a king!
O, BiERRY hae I been teethin a heckle,
An' merry hae 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 ;
O, a' the lang night I cuddle my kimmer,
An' a' the lang night as happy 's a king !
Bitter in dool, I lickit my winnins
O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave :
Blest 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,
An' come to my arms, and kiss me again !
Drucken or sober, here's to thee, Katie,
An' blest be the day I did it again !

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