Then Guidwife count the lawin
written in 1792
Gane is the day and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faute o' light, For ale and brandy's stars and moon, And blude-red wine's the rysin Sun. Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, And semple-folk maun fecht and fen; But here we're a' in ae accord, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. 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 guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.
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