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1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. I rede you beware o' the ripples, young man,
Gif you wad be strang, and wish to live lang,
Dance less wi' your ae to the kipples, young man.
