but gie me a cannie hour at e'en,

my arms about my dearie, o;

an' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,

may a' gae tapsalteerie, o!

green grow, &c.

for you sae douce, ye sneer at this;

ye're nought but senseless asses, o:

the wisest man the warl' e'er saw,

he dearly lov'd the lasses, o.

green grow, &c.

auld nature swears, the lovely dears

her noblest work she classes, o:

her prentice han' she try'd on man,

an' then she made the lasses, o.

green grow, &c.