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

Then my conscience was and pure,
But someway by random it
For I lifted twa or mair,
While the happer said, ``Tak' it, man it.''

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

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

For my it gaed dunt upon dunt,
Oh, I thought ilka 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,
Might be deav'd wi' its clapper;
Yet there's few but would the sough,
After kenning said by the happer.

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

The smugglers cam' 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 accustomed to drink,
And aye I purposed to quat it,
That wi' its clappertie clink
Said aye to me, it, man, tak' it.''

But the warst I did in my life,
Nae doot but think 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 I ne'er 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 the matter;
men mair notorious to fame,
Mair than me o' the muter.

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