Poem for October 3, 2027

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.