Beware of the Ripples

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,Tho' the saddle be saft, ye needna ride aft,For fear that the girdin' beguile you, young man.

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man;Tho' music be pleasure, tak' music in measure,Or ye may want wind in your whistle, young man.

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man;Whate'er you bestow, do less than ye dow,The mair will be thought of your kindness, young man.

I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,If you would be strang, and wish to live lang.Dance less wi' your a—e to the kipples, young man.