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I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, Tho' the saddle be saft, ye needna ride aft, For fear that the girdin' beguile you, young man.

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man; Tho' music be pleasure, tak' music in measure, Or ye may want wind in your whistle, young man.

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man; Whate'er you bestow, do less than ye dow, The mair will be thought of your kindness, young man.

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, If you would be strang, and wish to live lang. Dance less wi' your a—e to the kipples, young man.