Luyện nghe bài hát Tak' It, Man Tak' It

When I was a in Fife,
Losh! I that the sound o' the happer
Said, ``Tak' a wee flow to your wife,
To help to mak' brose to supper.''

Then my was narrow and pure,
But someway by it rackit;
For I twa neivefu' or mair,
While the happer said, ``Tak' it, man it.''

Then hey for the and the kiln,
The garland and for my cogie,
And hey for the and gill,
That the dust frae my craigie.

Although it's lang in repute
For to mak' rich by deceiving,
Yet I see that it disna suit
men to begin to the thieving.

For my heart it gaed upon dunt,
Oh, I thought dunt it wad crack it;
Sae I flang my neive what was in't,
Still the happer said, ``Tak' it, man, it.''

A man been bred to the plough,
be deav'd wi' its clamorous clapper;
Yet few but would suffer the sough,
kenning what's said by the happer.

I whiles it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ``Shame, is your no chackit?''
But when I dry from a horn,
It aye to ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''

The whiles cam' wi' their pocks,
'Cause they kent that I a bicker,
Sae I whiles wi' the gowks,
Gied them grain for a sowp o' liquor.

I had lang accustomed to drink,
And aye when I purposed to it,
thing wi' its clappertie clink
Said aye to me, it, man, tak' it.''

But the warst I did in my life,
Nae doot but ye'll think I was wrang
Od! I a bit bodie in Fife
A' my tale, and he a bit sang o't.

I have aye had a a' my days,
But for singin' I ne'er gat the knack
Yet I try whyles, just to please
The greedy, wi' it, man, tak' it.''

Now, and a' as I am,
This far I can see through the
men mair notorious to fame,
Mair than me o' the muter.

For seem that the hale race o' men,
Or, wi' safety, the hauf we may it,
Ha'e speaking happer within,
That to them ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''