AND SAE WILL WE YET.
Sit ye down here my cronies, and gie me y⟨our⟩ crack,
Let the win’ tak’ the care o’ this life on its ba⟨ck,⟩
Our hearts to despondency we ne’er will subm⟨it,⟩
For we’ve ay been provided for, and sae will ⟨we⟩ yet.
And sae will we yet, &c.
Let the miser delight in the hoarding of pelf,
Since he has not the saul to enjoy it himself:
Since the bounty of Providence is new ev⟨ery⟩ day,
As we journey thro’ life, let us live by the w⟨ay.⟩
Let us live by the way, &c.
Then bring us a tankard of nappy good ale,
For to comfort our hearts and enliven the tale⟨;⟩
We’ll ay be provided for the longer we sit,
For we’ve drank thegither monie a time, a⟨nd⟩ sae will we yet.
And see will we yet, &c.
Success to the farmer, and prosper his ploug⟨h⟩
Rewarding his eident toils a’ the year throug⟨h⟩
