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 RG
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