This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Every day my wife tells me
That ale and brandy will ruin me;
But if gude liquor be my dead,
This shall be written on iny head—
O gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin;
O gudewife, count the lawin,
And bring a coggie mair."]
Gane is the day, and mirk's the night;
But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light:
For ale and brandy's stars and moon,
And blud-red wine's the rising sun.
Then, gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin,
Then, gudewife, count the lawin,
And bring a coggie mair.
There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And semple folk maun fecht and fen;
But here we're a' in ae accord,
For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.
My coggie is a haly pool,
That heals the wounds o' care and dool;
And pleasure is a wanton trout—
An ye drink but deep, ye'll find him out.
Then, gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin,
Then, gudewife, count the lawin,
And bring's a coggie mair.