The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/The Tippling Farmer

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see 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.

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

Good ale keeps me bare and bizy,And gars me work when I am dizy,And spend my wage when a' is done,For good ale keeps my heart aboon.

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.

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.

I wish they were a' hang'd on a gallows,That winna keep good ale for good fellows,And keep a soup till the aftertoon,Foor good ale keeps my heart aboon.Good ale comes, &c.

 

Divider from 'The Linnet', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819