Hout awa! I winna hae him ! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him ! I’m fleyed to crack the,holy band, Sae lawty says, I shouldna hae him.
GUDE ALE COMES. 0 gude ale comes, and gude ale goes ; Gude ale gars me sell my hose. Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon ; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
I had sax oxen in a pleuch, And they drew teuch and weel eneuch ; I drank them a’ just ane by ane ; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
I had forty shillings in a clout, Gude ale gart me pyke them out; That gear should moul’ I thought a sin; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
Gude ale bauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie, Stand i’ the stool, when I hae done ; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes : Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon ; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
