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 My kimmer and I lay down to sleep,

Wi’ twa pint-stoups at our bed feet;

And ay when we waken’d, we drank them dry

What think ye o’ my wee kimmer and I?

Todlen butt, and todlen,

Sae round as my love comes todlen hame.

Leeze me on liquor my todlin dow,

You’re ay sae good-humour’d when weet your mou;

When sober sae sour, ye’ll fight wi' a flea;

That's a blyth sight to the bairnies and me,

When todlin hame. todlen hame,

When round as a neep ye come todlen hame