Poem by Robert Burns

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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. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Blythe Was She
3. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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