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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.