Author Robert Burns Wap and rowe, wap and row, Wap and row the feetie o't, I thought I was a maiden fair, Till I heard the greetie o't. My daddie was a Fiddler fine, My minnie she made mantie O; And I mysel a thumpin quine, And danc'd the reel o' Stumpie O. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments