Aft he made oor hearts richt sair,—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!
But what cared he for wife an’ weans—
For a’ oor sighs and heavy granes!
We micht as weel ha’ saved oor pains,—
He couldna see the meanin’ o’t.
Drink had seared his heart within,—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!
He ne’er was pleased till he was blin’,—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!