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

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

Then my was narrow and pure,
But by random 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 rogues to mak' by deceiving,
Yet I see that it disna suit
Honest men to to the thieving.

For my heart it dunt upon dunt,
Oh, I thought ilka it wad crack it;
Sae I frae my neive what was in't,
Still the happer said, it, man, tak' it.''

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

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

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

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

But the warst I did in my life,
Nae but ye'll think I was wrang o't;
Od! I a bit bodie 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, just to please
The greedy, wi' it, man, tak' it.''

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

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