The Year That's Awa (1)/Blythe, Blythe, An' Merry Are We
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BLYTHE, BLYTHE, AN' MERRY ARE WE
Blythe, Blythe, an' merry are we,Blythe are we ane an' a';Aften hae we cantie been,But sic a night we never saw.
The gloamin' saw us a' sit down,An' meikle mirth has been our fa';But ca' the tither toast aroun',Till chanticleer begin to craw.Blythe, &c.
The auld kirk bell has chappit twal':Wha cares tho' she had chappit twa!We'er light o' heart, an' winna part,Tho' time an' tide should rin awa'.Blythe, &c.
Tut! never spier how wears the morn,The moon's still blinkin' i' the sky!An' gif like her we fill our horn,I dinna doubt we'll drink it dry.Blythe, &c.
Then fill we up a social cup,And never mind the dapple dawn;Just sit a while, the sun may smile,An' light us a' across the lawn.Blythe, &c.