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

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

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

hey for the mill and the kiln,
The and gear for my cogie,
And hey for the and gill,
washes the dust frae my craigie.

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

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

A man that's been 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 conscience no
But I grew dry from a horn,
It aye to ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''

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

I had been accustomed to drink,
And aye when I to quat it,
That wi' its clappertie clink
aye to me, ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''

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

I aye had a voice a' my days,
But for singin' I gat the knack o't;
Yet I try whyles, thinking to please
The greedy, wi' it, man, tak' it.''

Now, and a' as I am,
This far I can see the matter;
There's men notorious to fame,
greedy than me o' the muter.

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