Onie rags the day, Mistress?
Onie rags to gie?
An auld coat or a pair o breeks
Or shune that's worn a wee?
I'll let ye hae a flouerin plant,
A besom, or a toy:
A dolly for your little lass,
Or trumpet for your boy.
Syne I'll step happy doun the brae
To my next port o call,
My pack o rags upon my back,
My bairnie in my shawl.