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 4. My cloak was ance a guid gray cloak, When it was fitting for my wear, But now its scarcely worth a groat, For I have worn't 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 cos but half-a-crown, He said, they were a groat o'er dear, And ca'd the taylor thief and lown. He was the king that wore a crown, and thou a man o'laigh degree ; "Tis pride that puts the country down, Sae tak your auld cloak about ye. Every land has its ain laugh Ilk kind of corn has its ain hool; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule. Do you not see Rab, Jack, and Hab, How they are girded gallantly? While I sit hurklin in the ace I'll have a new cloak about ye. Gudeman. I wat 'tis thretty years, Sin' we did ane anither ken;