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, And simple folk maun fecht and fen'; But here we're a' in ae accord, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. Then gudewife, &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 gudewife, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO M. I. (2) by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE GOLDEN AGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 25 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |