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Whyles cookit underneath the braes,P
Below the spreading hazel,
Unseen that night.

Amang the brachens, on the brae
Between her an' the moon,
The Deil, or else an outler quey,"
Gat up an' gae a croon :"

Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool ;*
Near lav'rock" height she jumpit,
But mist a fit," an' in the pool

Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,

Wi' a plunge that night.

In order, on the clean hearth-stane,
The luggies three are rang'd,
And ev'ry time great care is ta'en,
To see them duly changed:
Auld uncle John, wha wedlock's joys
Sin' Mar's-year did desire,

Because he gat the toomdisha thrice,
He heav'd them on the fire

In wrath that night.

Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,b
I wat they did na weary;
An' uncoc tales, an' funny jokes,

Their sports were cheap an' cheery.

o Appeared and disappeared by fits.

9 Fern.

p Declivity or precipice. A young cow running at large, not housed. s To roar, or bellow. t Leaped out of her skin. r Over head and ears.

w Missed a foot.

u Lark. y Take three dishes: put clean water in one, foul water in another, leave the third empty: blindfold a person, and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged: he (or she) dips the left hand if by chance in the clean water, the future husband or wife will come to the bar of matrimony a maid: if in the foul a widow if in the empty dish, it foretells with equal certainty, no marriage at all. It is repeated three times; and every time the arrangement of the dishes is altered.

2 The year 1715.

a Empty dish.
c Strange, marvellous.

b To converse.

'Till butter'd so'nsd wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a-steerin' ;8
Syneh wi' a social glass o' strunt,'
They parted aff careerin'

Fu' blythe that night.

SCOTCH DRINK.

Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That's sinking in despair;

An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief an' care;
There let him bouse an' deep carouse,
Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,

Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more.

Solomon's Proverbs, xxxi. 6, 7.

LET other poets raise a fracas

'Bout vines, an' wines, an' drunken Bacchus, An' crabbit names an' stories wrack us,

An' grate our lug,

I sing the juice Scots bear can mak us,
In glass or jug.

O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink,
Whether thro' wimplin' worms thou jink,
Or, richly brown, ream o'er the brink,
In glorious faem,
Inspire me, till I lisp and wink,

To sing thy name!

Let husky Wheat the haughs adorn ;
An' Aits set up their awnie horn,
An' Pease an' Beans, at e'en or morn,
Perfume the plain,

Leeze me on thee, John Barieycorn,

Thou king o' grain!

d Sowens-oatmeal made into a kind of pudding. This is

always the Halloween supper.

f Mouths. g Stirring.

e Smoke of tobacco.

h Then. i Spirituous liquor.

Qn thee aft Scotland chows her cood,
In souple scones, the wale' o' food!
Or tumblin' in the boiling flood

Wi' kail an' beef;

But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood, There thou shines chief.

Food fills the wame,m an' keeps us livin';
Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin',
When heavy dragg'd wi' pine an' grievin' ;"
But, oil'd by thee,

The wheels o' life gae down hill, scrievin',
Wi' rattlin' glee.

Thou clears the head o'doitedP Lear;9
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At 's weary toil;

Thou even brightens dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.

Aft clad in massy siller weed,
Wi' gentles thou erects thy head;
Yet humbly kind in time o' need,
The poor man's wine,"

His wee drap parritch, or his bread,
Thou kitchens fine.

Thou art the life o' public haunts;
But" thee, what were our fairs and rants?

* Flexible bread; i. e. Bannocks made of barley meal, &c. which when baked are so flexible as to admit of being easily rolled together. The choice. n Grieving.

m The belly. o Swiftly. p Stupified, fatigued with study. 9 Learning, knowledge. r Silver dress; alluding to the silver cups and tankards used at the tables of the gentry.

s Ale is here intended, a small portion of which is frequently mixed with the porridge of the poorer sort of people.

! Gives a relish to.

u Without.

Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts,
By thee inspir'd,

When gaping they besiege the tents,
Are doubly fir'd.

That merry night we get the corn in,
O sweetly then thou reams" the horn in!
Or reeking on a New-year mornin'
In cog or bicker,*

An' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in,
An' gusty sucker !a

When Vulcan gies his bellows breath,
An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith,
O rare to see thee fizze an' freathd
I' th' lugget caup!e

Then Burnewinf comes on like death
At ev'ry chaup.5

Nae mercy then for airnh or steel;
The brawnie, bainie, ploughman chiel,
Brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel,
The strong fore-hammer,
Till block an' studie' ring an' reel
Wi' dinsome clamour.

When skirlin' weaniesm see the light,
Thou maks the gossips clatter" bright,
How fumblin' cuifs their dearies slight;
Wae werth the name;

Nae howdiep gets a social night,
Or plack frae them.

When neebors anger at a plea,

An' just as wud as wud can be,

w Foams.

A wooden cup or dish.

y A small quantity of spirits burnt in a spoon, and put into the 2 Tasteful.

ale.

Tackle, geer.

a Sugar. c To make a hissing noise. d Froth. e A cup with a handle. J Burn-the-wind-the blacksmith. g Stroke. h Iron. i Bony. k The smith's large hammer.

¿ Anvil. m Crying children. n Tell id e stories.

• Ninnies.

p A midwife.

9 Mad.

How easy can the barley bree
Cement the quarrel!

It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee,
To taste the barrel.

Alake! that e'er my Muse has reason
To wytes her countrymen wi' treason!
But monie daily weet their weasont
Wi' liquors nice,

An' hardly, in a winter's season
E'er spier" her price.

Wae worth that brandy, burning trash!
Fell source o' monie a pain an' brash!"
Twins monie a poor, doylty, drunken hash."
O' half his days;

An' sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash
To her warst faes.

Ye Scots wha wish auld Scotland well,
Ye chief, to you my tale I tell,
Poor placklessa devils like mysel!
It sets you ill,

Wi' bitter dearthfu' wines to mell,b
Or foreign gill.

May gravels round his blether wrench,
An' gouts torment him inch by inch,
Wha twists his gruntled wi' a glunch
O' sour disdain,

Out-owre a glass o' whisky punch
Wi' honest men.

O Whisky soul o' plays an' pranks!
Accept a Bardie's humble thanks!

r Juice. $ To blame. 1 Weasand. w Sudden illness.

r Parts, deprives. ? A fellow who knows neither how to act propriety. a Pennyless.

c The phiz.

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