o clappin's gude in febarwar,

an' kissin's sweet in may;

but my delight's the ploughman lad,

that weel can labour lea,

o can ye labour lea, c.

o kissin is the key o' luve,

and clappin' is the lock;

an' makin' o's the best thing yet,

that e'er a young thing gat.

o can ye labour lea, c.