gudewife, t the win
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, t the win,
the win, the win,
then gudewife, t the win,
and bring a coggie mair.
there's wealth and ease fentlemen,
and simple folk mau 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.