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SONGS.
A LIGHT HEART AND A THIN PAIR OF BREECHES.
Ye frolicsome sparks of the game,
And you that's got money in store,
Come listen to Jamie by name,
Who once had his hatful of gold;
Seven score acres of land,
Corn and cattle in store;
But now he's as poor as a rat,
And he goes as genteel as before.
And it's what need we quarrel for riches,
Or any such glittering toys,
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches
Pass through the wide world brave boys.
And you that's got money in store,
Come listen to Jamie by name,
Who once had his hatful of gold;
Seven score acres of land,
Corn and cattle in store;
But now he's as poor as a rat,
And he goes as genteel as before.
And it's what need we quarrel for riches,
Or any such glittering toys,
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches
Pass through the wide world brave boys.
My father went clothed in leather,
My mother in cheapest of gray,
They trudged through all sorts of weather,
That I might go gallant and gay.
With my beaver hat mounted with feather,
My heart was as light as a cork,
An all that the old folks could gather
I trifled away on my sport.
Singing, what need we quarrel, &c.
My mother in cheapest of gray,
They trudged through all sorts of weather,
That I might go gallant and gay.
With my beaver hat mounted with feather,
My heart was as light as a cork,
An all that the old folks could gather
I trifled away on my sport.
Singing, what need we quarrel, &c.
