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I / O gin I lived i' the gowden mune / Like the mannie that smiles at me, / I'd sit a' nicht in my hoose abune / An the wee-bit stars they wad ken me sune, / For I'd sup my brose wi' a gowden spune / And they wad come out to see!
II / For weel I ken that the mune's his ain / And he is the maister there; / A' nicht he's lauchin', for, fegs, there's nane / To draw the blind on his windy-pane / And tak' an' bed him, to lie his lane / And pleasure himsel' nae mair.
III / Says I to Grannie, "Keek up the glen / Abune by the rodden tree, / There's a braw lad 'yont i' the mune, ye ken." / Says she, "Awa' wi' ye, bairn, gang ben, / For noo it's little I fash wi' men / An' it's less that they fash wi' me!"
IV / When I'm as big as the tinkler-man / That sings i' the loan a' day, / I'll bide wi' him i' the tinkler-van / Wi' a wee-bit pot an' a wee-bit pan; / But I'll no tell Grannie my bonnie plan, / For I dinna ken what she'll say.
V / And, nicht by nicht, we will a' convene / And we'll be a cantie three; / We'll lauch an' crack i' the loanin' green, / The kindest billies that ever was seen, / The tinkler-man wi' his twinklin' een / And the lad i' the mune an' me!