But, heavens! how he fell a-swearin', a-swearin, But, heavens! how he fell a-swearin'. He begg'd, for Gude-sake! I wad be his wife, So, e'en to preserve the poor body in life, I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow I think I maun wed him to-morrow. WILLIE'S WIFE. WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, Cou'd stown a clue wi' onie bodie: O Tinkler Madgie was her mother. CHORUS. Sic a wife as Willie had! I wad na gie a button for her. She has an e'e- - she has but ane, The cat has twa the very color; A clapper-tongue wad deave a miller; Her nose and chin they threaten ither She's bough-hough'd, she's hein-shinn❜d, Auld baudron by the ingle sits, And wi' her loof her face a-washin'; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig, She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; Her walie nieves, like midden-creels, Her face wad fyle the Logan-water. Sic a wife, &c. A PECK O' MAUT. O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut, CHORUS. We are na fou, we're na that fou, The cock may craw, the day may daw, Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys, I trow, are we: And monie a night we've merry been, And monie mae we hope to be! It is the moon, I ken her horn, Wa first shall rise to gang awa, A cuckold, coward loun is he! We are, &c. THE LAWIN. GANE is the day and mirk's the night, CHORUS. Then, guidwife, count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin; Then guidwife, count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, But here we're a' in ae accord, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. Then, guidwife, &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, guidwife, &c. HONEST POVERTY. Is there for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? Our toil's obscure, and a' that, What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show and a' that: The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that His ribbon, star, and a' that, A prince can mak a belted knight, For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities and a' that, The pith o' sense and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth For a' that, and a' that, Its coming yet, for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er Shall brothers be for a' that. |