O, wha my babie-clouts will buy?

O Wha my babie-clouts will buy,

O Wha will tent me when I cry;

Wha will kiss me where I lie,

The rantin dog the daddie o't.

O Wha will own he did the faut,

O Wha will buy the groanin maut,

O Wha will tell me how to ca 't,

The rantin dog the daddie o't.

When I mount the Creepie-chair,

Wha will sit beside me there,

Gie me Rob, I'll seek nae mair,

The rantin dog the daddie o't.

Wha will crack to me my lane;

Wha will mak me fidgin fain;

What will kiss me o'er again,

The rantin dog the daddie o't.