Van Dieman's Land/Leeze me on this drap o' drink

Leeze me on this drap o' drink.

Oh, here we'll rest till morning blink,
⁠The feint a care's w'thin our wa';
And leeze me on this drap o' drink,
⁠It maks us rank wi princes a'.

The Great aboon of boundless power,
⁠Is pleased when we are happy a'
He formed us for the social hour———
⁠Then let us live by nature's law

The fool wha dreads a woman's scorn,
⁠May pay his groat and slink awa':
And he who would not bouse till morn,
⁠Is but a gowk wi heart o' snaw.

But here's guid luck to ilka chiel,
⁠Wha fills a cup to honour's ca',
And he wha wadna wish us weel
⁠The deil his sordid saul may claw.