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.