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For in heaven there's a Lodge,
and St.Peter keeps the door;
And none can enter there
but thoſe that are pure.
THE TIPPLING FARMER.
GOOD ale comes, and good ale goes,
Good ale gart me fell my hoſe,
Sell my hoſe, and pawn my ſhoon,
Good ale keep my heart aboon.
I had four owſen in a plough,
And they drew a' teugh enough,
I drank them a', ane by ane,
Good ale keeps my heart aboon.
Good ale comes, &c.
Good ale keeps me bare and bizy,
And gars me work when I am dizy,
And ſpend my wage when a'is done,
For good ale keeps my heart aboon.
I had forty ſhillings in a clout.
Good ale gart me pick them out,
Pick them out a' ane by ane,
Good ale keeps my heart aboon.
