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,