Gi'e my love brose, brose,
Gi'e my love brose and butter,
Gi'e my love brose, brose,
Yestreen he wanted his supper.

Jenny sits up in the laft,
Jocky wad fain hae been at her,
There came a wind out of the wast,
Made a' the windows to clatter.
Gi'e my love, &c.

A goose is nae good meat,
A hen is boss within,
In a pye there's muckle deceit,
A pudding it is a good thing.
Gi'e my love, &c.