The Maltworm’S Rune

O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, Guid ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon; Guid 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; Guid ale keeps the heart aboon.

Guid ale hauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie, Stand i’ the stool when I hae done; Guid ale keeps the heart aboon.