A merry glass before we go.
Come stir the fire and make us warm;
The night without is dark and wet;
An hour or twa 'twill do nae harm
The dints o' fortune to forget:
So now will have, come weal or woe,
Another glass before we go.
To bonny lasses, honest blades,
We'll up and give a hearty cheer;
Contention is the worst of trades—