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Hap an' rowe the feetie o't.

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Tune—“Grant's Rant.”

Gae hap an' rowe the feetie o't;
Gae hap an' rowe the feetie o't;
We'll never trow we hae a bairn
Unless we hear the greetie o't.
Auld fashion'd bodies whine an' tell,
In prophecies precarious,
That our young Charlie never will
Be sic a man as Harry was.
Auld Harry was an honest man,
An' nouther flush nor snappy, O;
An' a' the gear that e'er he wan,
Was spent in makin' happy, O.
Gae hap an' rowe, &c.
There grew a tree at our house-end,
We hack'd it down for fire, O;
An' frae the root, there did ascend
A straughter ane an' higher, O:
Then what's to hinder our young blade,
When sic a sample's shown him, O,
To trace the steps his father gaed,
An' e'en to gang beyon' them, O?
Gae hap an' rowe, &c.
This day we'll chime in canty rhyme
What spirit we wad hae him, O,
An' if he run as he's begun,
Our blessin' aye we'll gie him, O:
We wish him true unto his king,
An' for his country ready, O;
A steady friend, a master kind,
An' nouther blate nor greedy, O.
Gae hap an' rowe, &c.
While he shall grace the noble name,
We'll drink his health in sherry, O;
An' aye this day we'll dance an' play
In reels an' jigs sae merry, O:
But if it's ken'd his actions tend
To ony ill behavin', O,
This bonny twenty-fourth o' May
In crape we's a' be wavin', O.
Gae hap an' rowe the feetie o't;
Gae hap an' rowe the feetie o't;
We'll aye believe 'tis but a bairn
If ance we hear the greetie o't.