THE JOLLY BEGGARS He had no wish but-to be glad, His sang that night. Air. Tune-"For a' that, an' a' that.' I am a Bard of no regard, Chorus. For a' that, an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that; I never drank the Muses' stank,b Great love I bear to a' the fair, Their humble slave an' a' that; But lordly will, I hold it still A mortal sin to thrawd that. In raptures sweet, this hour we meet, But for how lang the flie may stang, THE JOLLY BEGGARS Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft, But clear your decks, and here's 'The Sex!' Chorus. For a' that, an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that; Recitativo. So sang the bard-and Nansie's wa's They toom'd their pocks, they pawn'd their duds, To quench their lowin drouth :" To lowse his pack an' waled a sang, He rising, rejoicing, Between his twa Deborahs, Air. Tune-" Jolly Mortals, fill your Glasses." See the smoking bowl before us, THE JOLLY BEGGARS Chorus. A fig for those by law protected! What is title, what is treasure, With the ready trick and fable, Does the train-attended carriage Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes; Here's to budgets, bags and wallets! Chorus. A fig for those by law protected! FOR A' THAT Song-For a' that.1 THO' Women's minds, like winter winds, Chor. For a' that, an' a' that, And twice as meikle's a' that; In rapture sweet this hour we meet, But for how lang the flie may stang, For a' that, &c. Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft. But clear your decks, and here's ⚫ thwart. For a' that, &c. b rest. "The Sex!' 1 A later version of "I am a bard of no regard" in The Jolly Beggars. COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT Song-Merry hae I been teethin a heckle.1 Tune-"The bob o' Dumblane." O MERRY hae I been teethin a heckle," An' kissin my Katie when a' was done. Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave: The Cotter's Saturday Night.1 Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq. "Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! ⚫ putting new teeth in a flax-comb. b patching. GRAY. • in grief I tasted my earnings. A tinkler's song, perhaps superseded by that of the Caird in The Jolly Beggars. • drive. 1 Mentioned in a letter to Richmond, of Feb. 17, 1786. (Chambers.) The piece is a serious pendant to the mirth |