The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
shor'd them dainty davie.
o' boot that night.
he was a care-defying bde
as ever bacchus listed!
tho' fortune sair upon him id,
his heart, she ever miss'd it.
he had no wish but—to be gd,
nor want but—whehirsted;
he hated nought but—to be sad,
an' thus the muse suggested
his sang that night.
air
tune—“for a' that, an' a' that.”
i am a bard of nard,
wi' gentle folks an' a' that;
but homer-like, the glowrin byke,
frae town to town i draw that.
chorus
for a' that, an'
The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata(18/23)