O' boot that night. [gratis]

He was a care-defying blade
As ever Bacchus listed; [enlisted]
Tho' Fortune sair upon him laid,
His heart she ever miss'd it.
He had nae wish, but--to be glad,
Nor want but--when he thirsted;
He hated nought but--to be sad,
And thus the Muse suggested
His sang that night.

Air

TUNE: For A' That, An' A' That

I am a bard of no regard
Wi' gentlefolks, and a' that;
But Homer-like, the glowrin' byke, [staring crowd]
Frae town to town I draw that.

CHORUS

For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as muckle's a' that; [much]
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.

I never drank the Muses' stank, [pond]
Castalia's burn, an' a' that;