We're Gayly Yet

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We're Gayly Yet

We' re gayly yet, we' re gayly yet,
We' re no' very fu' but we' re gayly yet;
Then sit ye a while and tipple a bit,
For we' re no' very fu' but we' re gayly yet.

There were three lads and they were clad,
There were three lasses and them they had;
Three trees in the orchard are new sprung,
And we' s a' get gear enough, we' re but young.

Then up wi't your, up wi't your Aillie, 0,
Then up wi't your, up wi't your Aillie, now,
Then up wi't your Aillie, up wi't your Aillie,
We' 11 a' get roar in' fu' .

The one was kissed intil the barn,
Another was kissed upon the green,
The third had her back to the pease-stack,
And the mow was up to her e' en.

Rin! Jock Thomson, ye maun rin,
Gin ye ever ran in your life;
There's a man wi' his hand in your meal pyock
And another in bed wi' your wife.

Then awa' Jock Thomson he did run,
And he ran wi' muckle speed;
But before he'd run the half o's length,
The loon had done the deed.

gayly - pretty well, almost but not quite
fu' - full, drunk
tipple - drink
we' s a' get gear - we' 11 all get wealth
up wi't - up with it
Aillie - diminutive for Elizabeth
roarin' fu' - singing drunk
intil - in
pease-stack - stack of pease straw
mow - grass, hay
e' en - eyes
rin - run
maun - must
gin - if
meal pyock - a bag for oatmeal
muckle - great
o' s - of his


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