Landlady, count the lawin,
The day is near the dawin;
Ye’re a’ blind drunk, boys,
And I’m but jolly fou.
Chorus:
Hey tutti, taiti,
Hey tutti, taiti,
Hey tutti, taiti –
Wha’s fou now?
Cog, an ye were ay fou,
Cog, an ye were ay fou,
I wad sit and sing to you,
If ye were ay fou.