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 Hout awa! I winna hae him!
 * Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!

I'm fleyed to crack the holy Land,
 * Sae lawty says, I shouldna hae him.

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

I had sax oxen in a pleuch, And they drew teuch and weel eneuch: I drank them a' just ano 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; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.

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

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