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

Then my was narrow and pure,
But by random it rackit;
For I lifted twa 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,
washes the dust frae my craigie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the thing I did in my life,
Nae doot but ye'll think I was 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, thinking 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 mair to fame,
Mair greedy me o' the muter.

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