Then Guidwife count the lawin


Gane is the day and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faute o' light, For ale and brandy's stars and moon, And blude-red wine's the rysin Sun. 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, And semple-folk maun fecht and fen; But here we're a' in ae accord, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. 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 count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.

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Barbara Rafferty

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1792 and is read here by Barbara Rafferty.

Themes for this song

drink woman

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