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.