SIT YE AWHILE AND TIPPLE A BIT.
We're gaily yet, and we're gaily yet,And we're no yery fou but we're gaily yet,Then sit ye awhile and tipple a bit,For we're no very fou but we're gaily yet.There was a lad, and they ca'd him Dick,He gae me a kiss, and I bit his lip,And down in the garden he shew'd me a trickAnd we're no very fou, but we're gaily yet.And we're gaily yet, &c.There were three lads, and they were clad,There were three lasses, and them they had,Three trees in the orchard are newly sprung,And we's a get geer enough, we're but young.And we're gaily yet, &c.Then up wi't Ailey, Ailey,Up wi't Aily now,Then up wi't Ailey, quo' kimmer,We's a get roaring fou.One was kiss'd in the barn,Another was kiss'd on the green,And the t'other behind the pease-stack,Till the mow flew up in her e'en.Then up wi't Ailey, &c.Now fye John Thomson, rin,Gin ever ye ran in your life,De'il get ye, but hye, my dear Jock,There's a man got to bed with your wife.Then up wi't Ailey &c.Then away John Thomson ran,And I true he ran with speed,But, before he had run his length,The false loon had done the deed.Then up wi't Ailey, &c.We're gaily yet, and we're gaily yet,And we're no very fou but we're gaily yetThen sit ye a-while and tipple a bit,For we're no very fu' but we're gaily yet.