I had a horse (1815-1825)/And sae will we yet

by Walter Watson

For other versions of this work, see Sae will we yet.

AND SAE WILL WE YET,

Sit ye down here my cronies, and gie me your crack,
Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on his 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, &c.

Let the miser delight in the hoarding of pelf,
Since he has not the saul 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, &c.

Then bring us a tankard o' nappy guid ale,
For to comfort our hearts and enliven the tale;
We'll keener feel the social glow the langer we sit,
For we've drank thegither monie a time, and sae will we yet.
And sae will we yet, &c.

Success to the farmer, and prosper his plough
Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through
Our seedtime and harvest we ever will get,
For we've lippened aye to Providence, and sae will yet.
And sae will we yet, &c.

Long live the king, and happy may he be,
And success to his forces by land and by sea.
His enemies to triumph we ne'er will permit,
Britons ay have been victorious, and sae will they yet.
And sae will they yet, &c.

Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun',
For the sun has to rise, tho' the moon it goes down;
Till the house be rinnn roun' about 'tis time eneugh flit,
When we fell we ay got up again, and sae will we yet
And sae will we yet, &c.

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