"O" a" the jobs that sweat the sark Gie me a kintra doctor"s wark, Ye ca" awa" frae dawn till dark, Whate"er the weather be, O! Some tinkler wife is in the strae, Your boots are owre the taps wi" clay Through wadin" bog an" sklimmin" brae The besom for to see, O! Ye ken auld Jock o" Windybarns? The bull had near ca"ed oot his harns, His een were blinkin" fu" o" starns, An" doon they ran for me, O! There"s ae guid wife, we"re weel acquaint, Nae trouble"s kent but what she"s taen"t, Yet aye she finds some new complaint, O" which I hae the key, O! "