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!
XCIX.
THERE’LL NEVER BE PEACE.
Tune—“There art few gude fellows when Willie’s awa.”
[The bard was in one of his Jacobitical moods when he wrote this song. The air is a well known one, called “There’s few gude fellows when Willie’s awa.” But of the words none, it is supposed, are preserved.]