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 trick And 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 yet Then sit ye a-while and tipple a bit, For we're no very fu' but we're gaily yet.