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SAE WILL WE YET (Walter Watson/Tony Cuffe (ca. 1854)) Sit doon here my cronies, and gie us your crack Let the wind tak' the care o' this life on its back Oor hearts tae 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 For we've aye been provided for, and sae will we yet So fill us a tankard o' nappy brown ale It'll comfort our hearts and enliven the tale For we'll aye be the merrier the langer that we sit For we drank thegither mony's the time, and sae will we yet And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet For we drank thegither mony's the time, and sae will we yet Here's a health to the farmer, and prosper his plough Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through For the seed-time and harvest we ever will get For we've lippen'd aye tae Providence, and sae will we yet And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet For we've lippen'd aye tae Providence, and sae will we yet So fill up your glass, let the bottle gae roun' For the sun it will rise, tho' the moon hae gaen doon And tho' the room be rinnin roun' aboot, it's time enough tae flit When we fell we aye got up again, and sae will we yet And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet When we fell we aye got up again, and sae will we yet @drink @Scottish filename[ SAEWILL JN |
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