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.