We'll hap and row

We'll hap and row, we'll hap and row,

⁠We'll hap and row the feetie o't;

It is a wee bit weary thing:

⁠I downa bide the greetie o't.

And we pat on the wee bit pan,

⁠To boil the lick o' meatie o't;

A cinder fell and spoil'd the plan,

⁠And burnt a' the feetie o't.

Fu' sair it grat, the puir wee brat,

⁠And aye it kick'd the feetie o't,

Till, puir wee elf, it tired itself;

⁠And then began the sleepie o't.

The skirling brat nae parritch gat,

⁠When it gaed to the sleepie o't;

It's waesome true, instead o' 'ts mou'

⁠They're round about the feetie o't.