So Will We Yet (Sae Will We Yet)

Tune: Variant of "The Wearing of the Green"

Words by Walter Watson (a contemporary of Robert Burns)
Arranged T. O'Leary
Trans. to English by Peter Walker

Sit you down, my cronies, and give to us your craic
Let the wind take all the cares of this life on its back
Our hearts to despondency we never will submit
For we've always been provided for, and so will we yet
So will we yet, and so will yet
For we've always been provided for, and so will we yet

Bring to us a tankard of nappy brown ale
To bring the comfort to our hearts, and enliven the tale
We'll always be the happier, the longer that we sit
For we've drunk together many's the time, and so will we yet
So will we yet, and so will yet
For we've drunk together many's the time, and so will we yet

Here's a health to the farmer, and prosper his plow
Reward his ardent toiling, all the year through
For seed-time and harvest, it's ever we will get
For we've brimmed our cups to Providence, and so will we yet
So will we yet, and so will yet
For we've brimmed our cups to Providence, and so will we yet

So let the glass keep its course, and go on merrily 'round
For the sun it always has to rise 'ere the moon she goes down
'til the house be running round about, and it's time enough to flit
When we fell we aye got up again, and so will we yet
So will we yet, and so will yet
When we fell we aye got up again, and so will we yet