There's cauld kail in Aberdeen
And castocks in Strathbogie
When ilka lad maun hae his la**
Then fye, gie me my coggie
My coggie, Sirs, my coggie, Sirs
I cannot want my coggie:
I wadna gie my three-girr'd cap
For e'er a quean on Bogie
There's Johnie Smith has got a wife
That scrimps him o' his coggie
If she were mine, upon my life
I wad douk her in a bogie
My coggie, Sirs, my coggie, Sirs
I cannot want my coggie:
I wadna gie my three-girr'd cap
For e'er a quean on Bogie