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TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE.

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld,

And frost and snaw on ilka hill,

And Boreas, wi' his blast sae bauld,

Was threat'ning a' our kye to kill;

Then Bell, my wife, wha loes na

She said to me right hastilie,

Get up, goodman, save Crumie's life

And tak your auld cloak about ye.

My Crumie is a usefu' cow,

And she is come of a good kin';

Aft has she wet the bairns' mou,

And I am laith that she should ty

Get up, goodman, it is fu' time,

The sun shines frae the lift sae hie

Sloth never made a gracious end,

Go tak your auld cloak about ye.

My cloak was ance a good grey

When it was fitting for my wear;

But now its scantly worth a groat,

For I hae worn't this thretty year

Let's spend the gear that we hae won,

We little ken the day we'll die;