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

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

Then my was narrow and pure,
But someway by random it
For I twa neivefu' 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,
washes the dust frae my craigie.

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

For my it gaed dunt upon dunt,
Oh, I thought dunt it wad crack it;
Sae I flang my neive what was in't,
Still the 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,
kenning what's said 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 cam' wi' pocks,
'Cause kent that I likit a bicker,
Sae I bartered wi' the gowks,
Gied them for a sowp o' their liquor.

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

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

I have aye had a a' my days,
But for I ne'er 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 the matter;
There's men notorious to fame,
Mair than me o' the muter.

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