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.''

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

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

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

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

A man that's bred to the plough,
Might be deav'd wi' its clamorous
Yet few but would suffer the sough,
After what's said by the happer.

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

The smugglers cam' wi' their pocks,
'Cause 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 thing wi' its clappertie
Said aye to me, ``Tak' it, man, it.''

But the warst I did in my life,
Nae but ye'll think 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 the matter;
There's men notorious to fame,
Mair greedy me o' the muter.

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