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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 every day
As we journey through life, let us live by the way.
Let us live by the way, &c.
Then bring us a tankard o' nappy guid ale,
For to comfort our hearts and enliven the tale;
We'll keener feel the social glow 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 seedtime and harvest we ever will get,
For we've lippened aye to Providence, and sae will yet.
And sae will we yet, &c.
