Keys of love (1790)/The tippling farmer

THE TIPPLING FARMER.

GOOD ale comes and good ale goes,
good ale gart me sell my hose,
Sell my hose and pawn my shoon,
Good ale keeps my heart aboon.
⁠Good ale comes, &c

⁠I had four owsen in a plough,
And they drew a' touch enough,
I drank them a' ane by ane,
Good ale keeps my heart aboon.
⁠Good ale comes, &c.

⁠Good ale hauds me bare and bizy,
And gars me work when I am dizy,
And spend my wage when a's done,
And good ale keeps my heart aboon,
⁠Good ale comes, &c.

⁠I had forty shillings in a clout,
Good ale gart me pick them out,
Pick them out a ane by ane,
Good ale keeps my heart aboon.
⁠Good ale comes, &c.

⁠I took the muckle pot on my back,
And to the ale-house I did pack,
I spent it a' in an afternoon,
For good ale keeps my heart aboon.
⁠Good ale comes, &c.

⁠I wish they were hang'd on a gallows,
That winna keep good ale for good fallows,
Aud keep a soup till the afternoon,
For good ale keeps my heart aboon.
⁠Good ale comes, &c.

FINIS.