Gudewife, count the lawin

[Burns furnished the tune and words of this song to Johnson's Museum. "The chorus," he says, "is part of an old song, one stanza of which I recollect:

Every day my wife tells meThat ale and brandy will ruin me;But if gude liquor be my dead,This shall be written on iny head—O gudewife, count the lawin,The lawin, the lawin;O gudewife, count the lawin,And bring a coggie mair."]

Gane is the day, and mirk's the night;But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light:For ale and brandy's stars and moon,And blud-red wine's the rising sun.Then, gudewife, count the lawin,The lawin, the lawin,Then, gudewife, count the lawin,And bring a coggie mair.There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,And semple folk maun fecht and fen;But here we're a' in ae accord,For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.My coggie is a haly pool,That heals the wounds o' care and dool;And pleasure is a wanton trout—An ye drink but deep, ye'll find him out.Then, gudewife, count the lawin,The lawin, the lawin,Then, gudewife, count the lawin,And bring's a coggie mair.