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Merry Hae I Been Teethin' A Heckle.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Lord Breadalbone's March." I.         O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle,             And merry hae I been shapin' a spoon;         O merry hae I been cloutin a kettle,             And 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,         A' the lang night I cuddle my kimmer,             An' a' the lang night as happy's a king. II.         Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins,             O' marrying Bess to gie her a slave:         Blest be the hour she cool'd in her linens,             And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave.         Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie,             An' come to my arms and kiss me again!         Drunken or sober, here's to thee, Katie!             And blest be the day I did it again.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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