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We're gaily yet, and we're gaily yet, / And we're no yery fou but we're gaily yet, / Then sit ye awhile and tipple a bit, / For we're no very fou but we're gaily yet.
There was a lad, and they ca'd him Dick, / He gae me a kiss, and I bit his lip, / And down in the garden he shew'd me a trick / And we're no very fou, but we're gaily yet. / And we're gaily yet, &c.