Gudewife, Count The Lawin

    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.