THE KNAVE



I gaed to the market

As an honest women shou'd,

The knave followed me

As ye ken a knave wou'd.



cho: And a knave has his knave tricks

Aye where'er he be

And I'll tell ye bye and bye

How the knave guided me.



I boucht a pint ale

The knave drank it a'



I cam my ways hame

The knave followed me



I gied him cheese and bread

The knave ate it a'



I gaed to my bed

The knave followed me.



I happen'd to be wi bairn

The knave ran awa.



I paid the nourice fee

The knave got the widdie.



final chorus:

And a knave has his knave tricks

Aye where e'er he be

And I've tamed ye now

How the knave guided me.



Published in The Ballad Book, Kinloch, 1827

Note: Or, in WWII, A Gob is a Slob RG



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