Cock-Robin

Cock-robin and his grannie sat on the wa' o'

a well

Cock-robin was a sma' mannie,

Wha had a guid conceit o' himsel'.

What maun I dae, my grannie,

If I was ca'd to sing for the king?'

Ye need dae nae mair, my mannie,

But kittle your kist and sing.'

What maun I dae, my grannie,

Were the king to cry Weel dune?'

Ye need dae nae mair, my mannie,

But boo to himsel' and the queen.'

What maun I dae, my grannie,

Were the queen to gie me a horse?'

Ye had better trot hame, my mannie,

For your guid luck micht turn to worse.'