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The workman wha has toil'd a' day,
Sits down at night frae labour free:
See care is fled—his smile how gay,
When owre a pint o' barley bree.

Gif ony ane in barlock-hood,
Should wi' his neighbour disagree,
Let them baith gang in jovial mood,
And settle't owre the barley bree.

For barley drink, wad they but think,
Is cheaper than a lawyer's fee;
Tho' sairly vext, aye mind the text—
It's best to take a pint and gree.

I've seen a chiel could hardly speak,
When ne'er a drap was in his e'e,
But he could lecture for a week,
Just gie him aye the barley bree.

When I've a bawbee in my pouch,
I aften birl it frank and free:
Then care can never make me crouch,
The life of man is barley bree.

FINIS.