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Thread #3667   Message #996678
Posted By: Joe Offer
04-Aug-03 - 05:34 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Sae Will We Yet / So Will We Yet
Subject: ADD Version : Sae Will We Yet
Here's the whole shebang from Ord's Bothy Songs and Ballads. I'm trying to imagine this sung to "Wearin of the Green." What's the tune used by Bok-Muir-Trickett?
-Joe Offer-

SAE WILL WE YET

Sit ye down here, my cronies, and gie us your crack;
Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on its back.
Our hearts to 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.

Let the miser delight in the hoarding of pelf,
Since he has not the soul to enjoy it himself;
Since the bounty of Providence is new every day,
As we journey through life, let us live by the way.
Let us live by the way, let us live by the way,
As we journey through life, let us live by the way.

Then bring us a tankard o' nappy gude ale,
For to comfort our hearts and enliven the tale;
We'll aye be the happier the langer we sit,
For we've drank together mony a time, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet,
We've drank together mony a time, and sae will we yet.

Success to the farmer, and prosper his plough,
Reward his eident toiling a' the year through!
Our seed-time and harvest we ever will get,
And we've lippen'd aye to Providence, and sae will we yet
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet,
We've lippen'd aye to Providence, and sae will we yet.

Long live the King, and happy may he be,
And success to his forces by land and by sea!
His enemies to triumph we never will permit,
Britain's aye been victorious, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, and sae will we yet,
Britain's aye been victorious, and sae will we yet.

Let the glass keep its course and go merrily roun';
For the sun has to rise, though the moon it goes down:
Till the house be rinnin' roun' about its time enough toflit;
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.

Written by Walter Watson, who was born at Chryston, near Glasgow, in 1780, and died at Kirkintilloch in 1854.


Air: "The Wearing o' the Green"