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Says she, hold your clack,
I’m now Mrs O‘Whack
I’m no longer Molly O'Rigge,
Good bye, Mistress Molly O’Rigge.
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, bat 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.
