The howlet, teetin' frae the wid
Jeloosed the moosie's track
A dainty nippicky o' fur
A tasty hist ye back

The yowe gaed stytrin' throw the whin
Oer oot-rigs lang, an' black;
As hunkrin' doon, wi' slivrin mou
The tod cried 'Hist ye back'

Abune the burn the puddock hodged
His hurdies strang an' swack
O' sweet an' cweel, the waves aneth
A sloakin hist ye back

She'll kiss him aince, she'll kiss him twice —
The fiercest hist ye back
She'll kiss him ower and ower again
Tho' aa' should gang tae wrack.