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194 THE MUSICAL
My Crummie is a ufeful cow,
And me is come of a good kyne ;
Aft has me wet the bairns' mou',
And I am laith that (he mould tyne ;
Get up, gudeman, it is fu' time,
The fun fhines in the lift fae hie ;
Sloth never made a gracious end,
Go tak' your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was anes a good grey cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear ;
But now it's fcantly worth a groat,
For I have worn't this thirty year ;
Let's fpend the gear that we have won,
We little ken the day we'll die ;
Then I'll be proud, fince I have fworn
To have a new cloak about me.
In days when our King Robert rang,
His trews they coft but ha]f-a-crown ;
He faid they were a groat o'er dear,
And ca'd the taylor thief and lown.
He was the king that wore a crown,
And thou the man of laigh degree,
'Tis pride puts a' the country down,
Sae take thy auld cloak about ye.
Every land has it's ain laugh,
Ilk kind of corn it has it's hool,
I think the warld is a' run wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule ;
Do ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hab,
As they are girded gallantly 1
While I lit hurklen in the afe,
I'll have a new cloak about me.
Gudeman, I wat 'tis thirty years
• Sine? we did ane anither keif;
And we have had between us twa
Of lads and bonny lalfes ten :

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