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 brose to your supper.''

Then my was narrow and pure,
But by random it rackit;
For I twa neivefu' or mair,
While the happer said, ``Tak' it, man it.''

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

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

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

A man been bred to the plough,
Might be wi' its clamorous clapper;
Yet there's few but suffer the sough,
After kenning said by the happer.

I thought it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ``Shame, is conscience no chackit?''
But I grew 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 bartered wi' the gowks,
Gied grain for a sowp o' their liquor.

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

But the thing 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 singin' I ne'er gat the o't;
Yet I try whyles, just to please
The greedy, wi' it, man, tak' it.''

Now, and a' as I am,
far I can see through the matter;
There's men mair to fame,
Mair than me o' the muter.

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