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TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE.
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In winter when the rain rain'd cauld,
And frost and snaw on ilka hill,
And Boreas, wi’ bis blasts sae bauld,
Was threat’ning a’ our kye to kill:
Then Bell, my wife, wha loves nae strife,
She said to me, right hastily,
Get up, gudeman! save Crummy’s life,
And tak’ your auld cloak about ye!
My Crummy is an usefu’ cow,
{{em}And she is come of a good kin’;
Aft has she wet the bairns’s moa’,
And I am laith that she should tine,
Get up, gudeman t it is fn’ time,
The sun shines i' the lift sae hie;
Sloth never made a gracious erft!,
Gae, tak’ your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was once a gude grey cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear,
But now it s scanty worth a groat,
For I hae worn t this thirty year.
Let's spend the gear that we hae worn,
We little ken the day we’ll hae;
Then I'll be proud, wife I hae sworn;
To hae a new cloak about me.
