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

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

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

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

Although it's been lang in
For rogues to mak' by deceiving,
Yet I see that it disna weel
Honest men to to the thieving.

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

A man that's been to the plough,
Might be wi' its clamorous clapper;
Yet there's few but would the sough,
After kenning said by the happer.

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

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

I had lang been to drink,
And aye when I to quat it,
That thing wi' its clink
Said aye to me, it, man, tak' it.''

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

I have aye had a 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,
This far I can see through the
There's men notorious to fame,
Mair greedy me o' the muter.

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