Wha the Deil can Hinder the Wind tae Blaw?

It fell about the blythe New Year,When days are short and nights are lang,Ae bonie night, the starns were clear,An' frost beneath my fit-stead rang;I heard a carlin cry "relief!"Atweesh her trams a birkie lay;But he wan a quarter in her beef,For a' the jirts the carlin gae.

She heaved tae, and he strak frae,As he wad nail'd the carlin thro';An ilka f—t the carlin gae,It wad hae fill'd a pockie fou;Temper your tail, the young man cried,Temper your tail by Venus' law IDouble your dunts, the dame replied,Wha the deil can hinder the wind tae blaw?