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' hame a wee to your wife,
To help to mak' to your supper.''

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

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

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

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

A man that's 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 thought it me to scorn,
Saying, ``Shame, is your conscience no
But when I grew dry 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 whiles wi' the gowks,
them grain for a sowp o' their liquor.

I had lang 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 I was wrang o't;
Od! I tauld a bit bodie in
A' my tale, and he made a bit o't.

I aye had a voice a' my days,
But for singin' I gat the knack o't;
Yet I try whyles, just thinking to
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 'twad seem the hale race o' men,
Or, wi' safety, the hauf we may it,
Ha'e speaking happer within,
That said to them ``Tak' it, man, it.''