Tak your auld cloak about ye (3)/When I Meet Wi' A Friend

WHEN I MEET WI' A FRIEND.

When I meet wi’ a friend that is honest, and true,
We canna weel part without weeting our mou’;
For 'mang a’ our troubles, our cares, and our griefs,
A drap o' the creature aye brings us relief.

There some that has plenty they faki would ha’e mair,
Though tae a poor body they naething can spare;
Yet let poverty squire me up to the wa',
I'd ne’er tine my credit whate’er may besa’.

My heart is sincere, open and free,
Content wi what providence pleases to gi'e;
For though I ha‘e little, without e'er a swither,
I se aye gie a part to help a poor brither.

They may boast of their honour, their wealth and fame,
But what is their honour, it's only a name;
Their wealth and their spleander, how fair they may seem,
May fade like a shadow, and break like a dream.

Bift bear ye me now, and tak my advice.
Least ye for your whistle gi‘e o'er big a price;
Gae daunrin awa when your freedom's your' ain,
'For whiskey's a tyrant, his pleasure are vain.