CVII.
O GUDE ALE COMES.
[These verses are in the museum; the first two are old, the concluding one is by Burns.]
I.
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.
II.
I had sax owsen in a pleugh,
They drew a’ weel eneugh,
I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane;
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
III.
Gude ale hands me bare and busy,
Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie,
Stand i’ the stool when I hae done,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
O gude ale comes, &c.