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.