He was a care-defying blade, Tho' fortune sair upon him laid, His sang that night. AIR. Tune-FOR A' THAT, AN' A' THAT. I. I am a bard of no regard Wi' gentle-folks, an' a' that; CHORUS. For a' that an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that, II. I never drank the Muses' stank, But there it streams, an' richly reams, My Helicon I ca' that. III. For a' that, &c. Great love I bear to all the Fair, But lordly Will, I hold it still A mortal sin to thraw that. IV. For a' that, &c. In raptures sweet, this hour we meet, But for how lang the flie may stang, Let inclination law that. For a' that, &c. V. Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft, They've ta'en me in, an' a' that; But clear your decks, an' here's the Sex! I like the jads for a' that. For a' that an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that, RECITATIVO. So sung the Bard-and Nansie's waws They toom'd their pocks, they pawn'd their duds, They scarcely left to coor their fuds, To quench their lowan drouth. Then owre again, the jovial thrang, To lowse his pack an' wale a sang, A ballad o' the best: He, rising, rejoicing, Between his twa Deborahs, * Var. Look'd round them, and found them. AIR. Tune-JOLLY MORTALS FILL YOUR GLASSES. I. See! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial, ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected! II. What is title, what is treasure, III. A fig, &c. With the ready trick and fable, Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, IV. A fig, &c. Does the train-attended carriage V. Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes; Let them cant about decorum Who have character to lose, VI. A fig, &c. A fig, &c. Here's to budgets, bags, and wallets! A fig for those by law protected, |