For a' that and a' that (1818)/Blythe and happy are we

by Robert Burns

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Blythe and happy are we,

Tune——— Andro and his cutty gun.

Blythe blythe,and happy are we,
Cauld care is fixed awa:
This is but ae might o’ our lives.
And wha wad grudge tho’ it were twa.

The evening shade around is spread,
The chilling torpest sweeps the sky,
We're kindly met, and warmly set
An‘ streams o‘nappy rinnin’ by
Blythe &c.

While gettin fou were great I trow,
We score misfortune’s greatest bangs,
The magic bowl can lift the soulful
Absoon the world and a‘ its wrangs
Blythe, &c.

The days of man are but a span,
This mortal life a pleasing dream,
Nought to illume the drearie gloom,
Save love and friendship’s sacred gleam.
Blythe, &c.

Then toom your glass to my sweet lass,
And syne we'll turn it o‘er to thine,

The glowin breast that lov's them best
Shalt dearest ever be to mine.
Blyth, &c.

And here's to you my friend so true,
May discord ne’er a feeling wounds;
And should we flyte ne’er harbour spite,
But in a bowl be’t quickly drown’d.
Blythe, &c.

Now rap and ring and gar them bring
The biggest stoupfu‘ yet we've see
Why should we part when hand and heart
At ilka bumper growns mair keen.
Blythe, &c.

FINIS.