Get up gudeman save Crummy's life,
And tak your auld clock about ye.
My crummy is a useful cow
And she is come of a guid kin;
Aft has she wet the bairn's mou',
And I am laith that she should tine;
Get up gudeman it is full time,
The sun shines in the lift sae hie,
Sloth never made a gracious end,
Gae tak your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was ance a gude gray cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear;
But now its scarcely worth a groat,
For I have worn it this thretty year,
Let's spend the gear that we hae won,
We little ken the day we'll die;
Then I'll be proud, since I hae sworn,
To have a new cloak about me.
In days when our king Robert rang.
His trews they cost but half-a-crown
He said they were a groat o'er dear.
And ca'd the tailor thief and lown,
He was the king that wore a crown,
And thou a man of laigh degree;
'Tis pride puts a the country down,
Sae tak your auld cloak about ye.
