Robin Aboon/Steer Her Up and Ha'd Her Gow'n

STEER HER UP AND HA'D HER GAW'N.

O steer her up and had her gaw'n
her mither's at the mill, jo;
But gin she winna tak a man,
e'en her let tak ho will, jo.

Play thee, lad leave silly thinking
cast thy cares of love away:
Let our sorrows drown in drinking,
'is duffin' langer to delay;

See that shining glass of claret,
how invitingly it looks;
Tak it aff and let's hae mair o't.
pox on fighting, trade, and hooks.

Leo's ha'e pleasure while we're able,
Brig us in the meikle bowl,
lao't on the middle of the table,
and let wind and weather gowl.

Ca'l the drawer, let him fill it
fou, as ever it can hold:
O tak tent ye dinna spill it,
'tis mair precious far than gold.

By you're drunk a dozen bumpers,
Bacchus will begin to prove
Spite of Venus and her super,
drinking better is than love.