Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon
Chorus—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 owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel eneugh: I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane— Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c. Gude ale hauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie, Stand i’ the stool when I hae done— Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c.
O Steer Her Up An’ Haud Her Gaun
O steer her up, an’ haud her gaun, Her mither’s at the mill, jo; An’ gin she winna tak a man, E’en let her tak her will, jo. First shore her wi’ a gentle kiss, And ca’ anither gill, jo; An’ gin she tak the thing amiss, E’en let her flyte her fill, jo. O steer her up, an’ be na blate, An’ gin she tak it ill, jo, Then leave the lassie till her fate, And time nae langer spill, jo: Ne’er break your heart for ae rebute, But think upon it still, jo: That gin the lassie winna do’t, Ye’ll find anither will, jo.
The Lass O’ Ecclefechan
Tune—“Jack o’ Latin.”
Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi’ naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A mickle quarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A’ forbye my bonie sel, The toss o’ Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haud your tongue and jauner I held the gate till you I met, Syne I began to wander: I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now Lucky Lang, Wad airt me to my treasure.