Merry Hae I Been Teethin A Heckle


O Merry 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 linnens, And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave! Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie; O 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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Ralph Riach
Denis Lawson

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1785 and is read here by Ralph Riach.

Themes for this poem

marriage love woman work death

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