The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
HEY, CA' THRO'
Chorus
Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',For we hae mickle ado!
Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',
For we hae mickle ado!
I
Up wi' the carls of DysartAnd the lads o' Buckhaven,
And the kimmers o' Largo
And the lasses o' Leven!
II
We hae tales to tell,And we hae sangs to sing;
We hae pennies to spend,
And we hae pints to bring.
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III
We'll live a' our days,And them that comes behin',
Let them do the like,
And spend the gear they win!
Chorus
Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',For we hae mickle ado!
Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',
For we hae mickle ado!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||