Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
493 . SongContented wi little, and cantie wi mair
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Whene’er I forgather wi’ Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as they’re creeping alang,
Wi’ a cog o’ gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
Chorus.—Contented wi’ little, &c.
But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught; My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch, And my Freedom’s my Lairdship nae monarch dare touch. Contented wi’ little, &c. A night o’ gude fellowship sowthers it a’: Wha the deil ever thinks o’ the road he has past? Contented wi’ little, &c. Be’t to me, be’t frae me, e’en let the jade gae: Come Ease, or come Travail, come Pleasure or Pain, My warst word is: “Welcome, and welcome again!” Contented wi’ little, &c.