| Contented Wi' Little And Cantie Wi' Mair |  | 

 
 Robert Burns, 1794
| Chorus: Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, 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: 
I whiles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought; | 2. A townmond o' trouble, should that be may fa', A night o' gude fellowship sowthers it a': When at the blythe end o' our journey at last, Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past? Chorus: 
3. Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way; | 

