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.