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.'