o clappin's gude in febarwar,
an' kissin's sweet in may;
but my delight's the ploughman lad,
that weel can labour lea,
o can ye labour lea, &c.
o kissin is the key o' luve,
and clappin' is the lock;
an' makin' o's the best thing yet,
that e'er a young thing gat.
o can ye labour lea, &c.