O wha's that at my chamber door? 
"Fair widow, are ye waking?"
Auld carle, your suit give o'er, 
Your love lyes a' in tawking.
Gi'e me a lad that's young and tight, 
Sweet like an April meadow; 
'Tis sic as he can bless the sight
And bosom of a widow.

"O widow, wilt thou let me in? 
"I'm pawky3, wise, and thrifty;
"And come of a right gentle kin, 
"I'm little mair than fifty."
Daft carle, dit your mouth, 
What signifies, how pawky
Or gentle born ye be -- but troth -- 
In love ye're but a gawky.

"Then, widow, let those guineas speak, 
"That powerfully plead clinkan;
"And if they fail, my mouth I'll steek, 
"And nae mair love will think on.
" These court indeed, I maun confess,
I think they mak you young, sir, 
And ten times better can express
Affection, than your tongue, sir.