gudewife, count the lawin

    gane is the day, and mirk's the night,

    but we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light;

    gude ale and bratdy's stars and moon,

    and blue-red wine's the risin' sun.

    chorus.—then gudewife, count the lawin,

    the lawin, the lawin,

    then gudewife, count the lawin,

    and bring a coggie mair.

    there's wealth and ease for gentlemen,

    and simple folk maun fecht and fen';

    but 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.