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And Boreas wi’ his blait sae bauld,
Was threat’nirfg a’ o Ur kj'e'to kilf.
Then Bell my wife wha lo’ea nae strife,,
She Said to me right hastily,
Get up gudeman sa^e Crummy’s life,
And tak your auld cloth about’ ye^
My crunmiy is a useful cofr,
And she is come of a guid kill ;
Aft has she wet the bairn’s mou*,
And I am laith that she should tine;
Get up, gudemsn it ii full time,
The sun shirieS in the lift sae hie,
Sloth never made a gracious end,
Gae tak yoiir auld cloak about ye.
My cloak wii ance a gude gray cloak,
When it was fitting for niy wear;
But now its scarcely worth a groat,
For I have worh’t this thretty year,
Let’s spend the gear that we hae won,
We little ken the day we'll die;
Then I’ll be proud, since I bae Sworn,
To have a new cloak about me.
In days when out king Robert rang,
His trews they coit but half-a-cfoWa
He said they were a groat o’er dq»r,
And ca’d the tailor thief and Iowa,
He was the king that wore a crown,
And thou.a man of laigh degree;
*Tis pride puts a the country down,
Sao tak your auld cloak abort ye.