Gane Is The Day / Robert Burns

I.

Gane is the day, and mirk's the night,

But we'll ne'er stray for fau't o' light,

For ale and brandy's stars and moon,

And blude-red wine's the rising sun.

Then gudewife count the lawin,

The lawin, the lawin;

Then gudewife count the lawin,

And bring a coggie mair!

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!