Scotish Comic Ballads XXXVI

Comrades push about the glass, And mak the chearfu ingle glow; Time, a rogue that neer knew grace, Will urge alike his steady pace, Whether we are blest or no.

Fill thritty bouts for ane o his, Toom ninety glasses for his three; For a their saws and prattles, this The best and beaten road to bliss Wiser men have fand than we.

If you can be blest the day, Neer defer it till the morn: Peril still attends delay, As all fools will find, whan they Have their happie hour forborne.

Comrades fill your glass wi me; Let us drink, and laugh, and sing: Whan ye merry are and ree, Fear not to drink out your glee; New delights the morn will bring.