Tak Your Auld Cloak About Ye

[Scenery & Songs Contents]

Tak Your Auld Cloak About Ye. 

Words from Allan Ramsay’s Tea Table Miscellany

Arranged by Finlay Dun. 

– 

In winter when the rain rain’d cauld, 

And frost and snaw on ilka hill, 

And Boreas wi’ his blast sae bauld, 

Was threat’ning a’ our kye to kill; 

Then Bell, my wife, wha lo’es na strife, 

She said to me, right hastilie, 

“Get up, gudeman, save Crummie’s life, 

And tak your auld cloak about ye.” 

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“Our Crummie is a usefu’ cow, 

And she is come of a good kin; 

Aft has she wet the bairns’s mou, 

And I am laith that she should tyne, 

Get up, gudeman, it is fu’ time, 

The sun shines in the lift sae hie, 

Sloth never made a gracious end, 

Gae tak your auld cloak about ye.” 

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“My cloak was ance a gude grey cloak, 

When it was fitting for my wear; 

But now it’s scantly worth a groat, 

For I have worn’t this thretty year; 

Let’s spend the gear that we hae won, 

We little ken the day we’ll die; 

Then I’ll be proud since I have sworn. 

To hae a new cloak about me.” 

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“In days when gude King Robert rang, 

His trews they cost but half a croun; 

He thought they were a groat ower dear, 

And ca’ed the tailor thief and loon; 

He was a king that wore a crown, 

And thou’rt a an o’ laigh degree; 

It’s pride puts a’ the country doun, 

Gae tak your auld cloak about ye.” 

– 

“Ilka land has its ain lauch, 

And ilka corn has its ain hool, 

I think the world is a gane wrang, 

Sine ilka wife her man wad rule; 

Do ye no see Rob, Jock, and Hab, 

How they are girded gallantlie, 

While I sit hurklin in the nook, 

I’ll hae a new cloak about me.” 

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“Gudeman I way it’s thretty year 

Sin’ we did ane anither ken; 

An’ we hae had atween us twa, 

Of lads and bonnie lassies ten; 

Now they are women grown and men, 

I wish and pray weel may they be; 

And if you’d prove a gude husband, 

E’en tak your auld cloak about ye.” 

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“Bell, my wife, she lo’es nae strife, 

But she would guide me, if she can; 

So to maintain an easy life, 

I aft maun yield, though I’m gudeman; 

Nochts to be won at woman’s hand, 

Unless ye gie her a’ the plea; 

Then I’ll leave aff where I began, 

And tak my auld cloak about me.” 

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