The poem
Chorus—O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon— Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!
I HAD sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel eneugh: I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane— Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c.
Gude ale hauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie, Stand i’ the stool when I hae done— Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c.