Song—Gudewife, count the lawin
Gane is the day, and mirkÂ’s the night,
But weÂ’ll neÂ’er stray for faut oÂ’ light;
Gude ale and bratdyÂ’s stars and moon,
And blue-red wineÂ’s the risinÂ’ sun.
Chorus.—Then gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin,
Then gudewife, count the lawin,
And bring a coggie mair.
ThereÂ’s wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And simple folk maun fecht and fenÂ’;
But here weÂ’re aÂ’ in ae accord,
For ilka man thatÂ’s drunkÂ’s a lord.
Then gudewife, &c.
My coggie is a haly pool
That heals the wounds oÂ’ care and dool;
And Pleasure is a wanton trout,
An ye drink it aÂ’, yeÂ’ll find him out.
Then gudewife, &c.
Poems by Robert Burns
