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,