GANE is the day, and mirks the night,
But well neer stray for faut o light;
Gude ale and bratdys stars and moon,
And blue-red wines the risin sun.
Chorus.Then gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin,
Then gudewife, count the lawin,
And bring a coggie mair.
Theres wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And simple folk maun fecht and fen;
But here were a in ae accord,
For ilka man thats drunks 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, yell find him out.
Then gudewife, &c.