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 Hout awa! I winna hao him! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him! I'm fleyod to crack the holy band, Sae lawty says, I shouldna hae him.

O gudo ale comes, and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hoso, and pawn my shoon; Gudo ale keeps my heart aboon.

I had sax oxen in a pleuch, And they drew teuch and weel oneuch; 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; Gudo ale keeps my heart aboon.

Gude ale hauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie, Stand i' the stool, when I hao done; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.

O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes: Gudo sle gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.