Poem by Robert Burns

* * *

Landlady, count the lawin,
The day is near the dawin;
Ye’re a’ blind drunk, boys,
  	And I’m but jolly fou.
    		Hey tutti, taiti,
    		How tutti, taiti –
    		Wha ’s fou now?

Cog, an’ ye were aye fou,
Cog, an’ ye were aye fou,
I wad sit and sing to you
  	If ye were aye fou.

Weel may ye a’ be!
Ill may we never see!
God bless the King, boys,
  	And the companie!
    		Hey tutti, taiti,
    		How tutti, taiti –
    		Wha’s fou now?

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Gala Water
5. Stay My Charmer

Print

3721 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version