Snaw-white stockins on his legs,
And siller buckles glancin’;
A gude blue bonnet on his head—
And O, but he was handsome!
VI.
Commend me to the barn-yard,
And the corn-mou, man;
I never gat my coggie fou,
Till I met wi’ the ploughman.
Up wi’ him my ploughman lad,
And hey my merry ploughman!
Of a’ the trades that I do ken,
Commend me to the ploughman.
LI.
LANDLADY, COUNT THE LAWIN.
Tune—“Hey tutti, taiti.”
[Of this song, the first and second verses are by Burns: the closing verse belongs to a strain threatening Britain with an invasion from the iron-handed Charles XII. of Sweden, to avenge his own wrongs and restore the line of the Stuarts.]
I.
Landlady, count the lawin,
The day is near the dawin;
Ye’re a’ blind drunk, boys,
And I’m but jolly fou,
Hey tutti, taiti,
How tutti, taiti—
Wha’s fou now?