an' a' theng night as happy's a king.

bitter in idol i lickit winnins

o' rrying bess, to gie her a ve:

blest be the hour she cool'd in her linnens,

and blythe be the bird that sings on her grave!

co to ar, katie, katie;

o co to ar and kiss again!

drucken or sober, here's to thee, katie!

an' blest be the day i did it again.