Willie Winkie and Other Songs and Poems By William Miller: Edited, with an Introduction by Robert Ford |
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Hogmanay.
This is the last night o' this year, lads,
Let come in the next whate'er may;
He that's eydent and honest can welcome
The mornin' o' ilk New-year's-day.
Let come in the next whate'er may;
He that's eydent and honest can welcome
The mornin' o' ilk New-year's-day.
'Tis only the knave needs be gloomy,
When thinking on what he has done;
But we blythely will sing in the morning,
And dance by the light o' the moon.
When thinking on what he has done;
But we blythely will sing in the morning,
And dance by the light o' the moon.
There's muckle in this world to grieve us—
I dootna we've a' had our share—
But to warsle an' win is a pleasure,
And what can a mortal do mair?
I dootna we've a' had our share—
But to warsle an' win is a pleasure,
And what can a mortal do mair?
The mile-stanes o' life, as we journey,
Are lang weary twalmonths atween;
Let us rest an' look back, an' mak' merry,
When we meet wi' an honest auld frien'.
Are lang weary twalmonths atween;
Let us rest an' look back, an' mak' merry,
When we meet wi' an honest auld frien'.
Then, Johnnie,
come fill us a jorum,
And Gib he will sing us a sang,
That will keep frien'ship warm in our bosoms
To anither mile-stane, as we gang.
And Gib he will sing us a sang,
That will keep frien'ship warm in our bosoms
To anither mile-stane, as we gang.
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