I Rede you beware o' 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 ye, 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 win i' your whistle, young man. I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man; Whate'er ye bestow, do less than ye dow, The mair will be thought o' your kindness, young man. I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man, I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man; Gif you wad be strang, and wish to live lang, Dance less wi' your arse to the kipples, young man.