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 Sae gang for him, gif ye be leel,

I ken then right what I maun do.

For ask to kiss me when you will,

’twill be, yes, love, and I thank you too.

O! why dost thou shiver and shake,

Gaffer Gray?

And why does thy nose look so blue?

“’Tis the weather that’s cold,

’Tis I’m grown very old,

And my doublet is not very new,

Well-a-day &c.

Then line thy worn doublet with ale,

Gaffer Gray,

And warm thy old heart with a glass:

“Nay, but credit I’ve none.

And my money’s all gone

Then say how may this come to pass,

Well-a-day!”

Hie away to the house on the brow.

Gaffer Gray,

And knock at the jolly priest’s door;

“The priest often preaches,

Against worldly riches

But ne’er gives a mite to the poor,

Well-a-day!”