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3 Says she, hold your clack,

I’m now Mrs O‘Whack

I’m no longer Molly O'Rigge,

Good bye, Mistress Molly O’Rigge.

 

SIT YE AWHILE AND TIPPLE A BIT.

We’re gaily yet, and we’re gaily yet,

And we’re no yery fou but we’re gaily yet,

Then sit ye awhile and tipple a bit,

For we’re no very fou but we’re gaily yet.

There was a lad, and they ca'd him Dick,

He gae me a kiss, and I bit his lip,

And down in the garden he shew’d me a trick

And we’re no very fou, bat we’re gaily yet.

And we’re gaily yet, &c.

There were three lads, and they were clad,

There were three lasses, and them they had,

Three trees in the orchard are newly sprung,

And we’s a get geer enough, we’re but young.

And we’re gaily yet, &c.

Then up wi’t Ailey, Ailey,

Up wi’t Aily now,

Then up wi’t Ailey, quo’ kimmer,

We’s a get roaring fou.