Gudewife, Count The Lawin
Gane
is the day, and mirk's the night,
But
we'll ne'er stray for faut o'
light;
For
ale
and bratdy's stars and moon,
And
blue-red wine's the risin' sun.
Then
gudewife, count the lawin,
The
lawin, the lawin,
Then
gudewife, count the lawin,
And
bring a coggy
mair.
There's
wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And
simple folk maun
fecht and
fen';
Bu here
we're a’
in ae accord,
For
ilka man that's drunk's a lord.
Then
gudewife, &c.
My coggie is
a haly pool
That
heals the wounds o' care
and dool;
And
Pleasure is a wanton trout,
An’
ye drink it a', ye'll find him out.
Then
gudewife, &c.
Burns
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