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AND SAE WILL WE YET.

Words by WALTER WATSON.

Sit ye down here, my cronies, and gie me your crack,

Let the win' tak the care o' this life on its back ;

Our hearts to despondeney we never will submit,

For we've aye 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 soul to enjoy it himself:

Since the bounty of providence is new ev'ry day,

As we journey through life, let us live by the way.

Let us live by the way, &c.

Then bring us a tankard o' nappy good ale,

To comfort our hearts and enliven the tale ;

We'll aye be the merrier the langer that we sit,

For we've drank thegither mony a time, and sae will we yet.

And sae will we yet, &c.

Success to the farmer, and prosper his plough,

Rewarding his evident toils a' the year through:

Our seedtime and harvest we ever will get, [yet. For we've lippen'd age to providence, and sae will we yet.

And sae will we yet, &c.

Long live the Queen, and happy may she be,

And success to her forces by land and by sea:

Her enemies to triumph we never will permit,

Britons aye have been victorious, and sac will they yet.

And sae will they yet, &c.

Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun',

For the sun has to rise, tho' the moon it goes down.

Till the house be rinnin' roun' about, 'tis time enough to flit,

When we fell, we aye got up again, and sae will we yet.

And sae will we yet, &c.

THE EWIE WI' THE CROOKED HORN.

Words by the Rev. JOHN SKINNER. Keynote G.

On, were I able to rehearse

My ewie's praise in prose or verse,

I'd sound it out as lang an' fierce,

As ever piper's drone could blaw.

My ewie wi' the crooked horn,

A' that kend her could hae sworn,

Sic a ewie ne'er was born,

Here about or far awa.