XCVIII.
Reading edition
GANE IS THE DAY.
Tune—“Gudewife count the lawin.”
[The air as well as words of this song were furnished to the Museum by Burns. “The chorus,” he says, “is part of an old song.”]
I.
Gane is the day, and mirk’s the night, But we’ll ne’er stray for fau’t o’ light, For ale and brandy’s stars and moon, And blude-red wine’s the rising sun. Then gudewife count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin; Then gudewife count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair!
II.
There’s wealth and ease for gentlemen, And simple folk maun fight and fen; But here we’re a’ in ae accord, For ilka man that’s drunk’s a lord.
III.
My coggie is a haly pool, That heals the wounds o’ care and dool; And pleasure is a wanton trout, An’ ye drink but deep ye’ll find him out. Then gudewife count the lawin; The lawin, the lawin, Then gudewife count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair!