The Song Book No. 4/And Sae Will We Yet

by Anonymous

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AND SAE WILL WE YET.

Sit ye down, my cronies, and gie me your crack,
Let the win' take the care o' this life on its back,
Our hearts to despondency we never will submit,
For we've aye been provided for, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, &c.

Let the miser delight in the hoarding of pelf,
Since he has not the saul to enjoy it himself;
Since the bounty of Providence is new ev'ry day,
As we journey through life, let us live by the way.
Let us live by the way.

Then bring us a tankard of nappy good ale,
For to comfort our hearts, and enliven the tale!
We'll aye be provided for the langer we sit,
For we've drank thegither monie a time, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, &c.

Success to the farmer, and prosper his plough,
Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through:
Our seed time and harvast we ever will get,
For we've lippen'd aye to Providence and sae will we yet,
And sae will we yet, &c.

Long live the king, and happy may he be,
And success to his forces by land and by sea;
His enemies to triumph we ne'er will permit,
Britons aye have been victorious, and sae will they yet.
And sae will they yet, &c.

Let the glass keep its course, and go merilie roun',
For the sun has to rise, tho' the moon it goes down,
Till the house be rinnin' round about 'tis time
enough to flit,
When we fell, we aye got up again, and sae will we yet,
And sae will we yet, &c.