Sae Will We Yet
Come sit down my cronies and gie us yer crack,
Let the wind take the weight o' this world on its back.
Her half stae despondency we never will submit
For we've aye been provided for and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet
We've aye been provided for and sae will we yet.
So fill up ye glasses wi' knappy brown ale.
It'll gladden the heart and enliven the tale,
For we'll aye be the merrier, the langor that we set,
For we's drank together manys the time, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet.
We's drank together manys the time, and sae will we yet.
Here's a health to the farmer and prosper his plough,
Rewarding his ardent toil all the years through.
For his seed time and his harvest we ever will get
For we've lifted aye tae providence, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet.
We've lifted aye tae providence, and sae will we yet.
So lift up your glass, let the bottle go round,
Though the sun has come up and the moon has gone down.
Oh, the room be turnin' round about, it's time enough tae flet
Though we fell we aye got up again, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet.
We fell we aye got up again, and sae will we yet.
@drink @Scots
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