'Twas on the morn of sweet May Day (1829)/Blythe, blythe an' merry are we

BLYTHE, BLYTHE, AN’ MERRY ARE WE.

Blythe, Blythe, an' merry are we,
⁠Blythe are we ane an' a';
Aften hae we cantie been,
⁠But sic a night we never saw.

The gloamin' saw us a' sit down,
⁠An' meikle mirth has been our fa';
But ca' the tither toast aroun',
⁠Till chanticleer begin to craw.
⁠Blythe, &c.

The auld kirk bell has chappit twal';
⁠Wha cares tho' she had chappit twa!
We'er light o' heart, an' winna part,
⁠Tho' time an' tide should rin awa'.
⁠Blythe, &c.

Tut! never spier how wears the morn,
⁠The moon's still blinkin' i' the sky!
An' gif like her we fill our horn,
⁠I dinna doubt we'll drink it dry.
⁠Blythe, &c.

Then fill we up a social cup,
⁠And never mind the dapple dawn;
Just sit a while, the sun may smile,
⁠An' light us a' across the lawn.
⁠Blythe, &c.