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

When I was a in Fife,
Losh! I thought that the o' the happer
Said, hame a wee flow to your wife,
To help to 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, it, man tak' it.''

Then hey for the and the kiln,
The and gear for my cogie,
And hey for the and gill,
That 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 gaed dunt dunt,
Oh, I ilka dunt it wad crack it;
Sae I flang my neive what was in't,
the happer said, ``Tak' it, man, tak' 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 thought it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ``Shame, is your no chackit?''
But when I dry from a horn,
It chang'd aye to ``Tak' it, man, it.''

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

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

But the warst 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 a bit sang o't.

I have aye had a a' my days,
But for singin' I ne'er gat the 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 the matter;
men mair notorious to fame,
Mair greedy me o' the muter.

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