7 The very grey mittens that gaed in my hands, To our neighbour wile ſhe has lend them in pawns, And my bare-headed ſtaff that I lo'ed ſae dearly, Oh gin my wife was drink hooly and fairly, When there's ony ⟨ſiller⟩, ſhe maun keep the purſe, Gif I ſeek but ae bawbee, ſhe'll ſcold and ſhe'll curſe, She lives like a queen, I ſcrimpet and barely, Oh gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly. I ne'er was inclinin' to wrangling and ſtrife, Nor wad I refuſe what's needfu' for life: Ere we come to war, I'm ay for a parley, Oh gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly. A pint wi' her kimmers I wad her allow, But whan ſhe ſits down the drinks till ſhe's fou, And when ſhe is fou ſhe's unco conſrarie, Oh gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly. When ſhe gaes to the cauſey ſhe roars and ſhe rants, Has no dread of her neighbours, nor minds the houſe wants; Roar up ſome fooliſh lilt, like up thy heart Charlie, Oh gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly. And when she comes hame, ſhe lays on the lads, And ca's the laſſes baith limmers and jades, And myſel nought but an auld cuckold carlie, Oh gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.
