Cauld kail in Aberdeen

There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,

And castocks in Stra'bogie,

Gin I hae but a bonny lass,

Ye're welcome to your cogie.

And ye may sit up a' the night,

And drink till it be braid daylight;

Gie me a lass baith clean and tight,

To dance the Reel of Bogie.

In cotillons the French excel,

John Bull in countra dances;

The Spaniards dance fandangos well,

Mynheer an all'mand prances;

In foursome reels the Scots delight,

The threesome maist dance wound'rous light;

But twasome ding a' out o' sight,

Danc'd to the Reel of Bogie.

Now a' the lads ha'e done their best,

Like true men of Stra'bogie;

We'll stop a while and tak a rest,

And tipple out a cogie;

Come now, my lads, and tak your glass,

And try ilk other to surpass,

In wishing health to every lass

To dance the Reel of Bogie.