SCOTCH DRINK. Or lee-lang nights, wi' crobbit leuks, By this, the sun was ought of sight, SCOTCH DRINK. Give him strong drink, until he wink, An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, There let him bouse, an' deep carouse, Wi' bumpers flowin' o'er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, Solomon's Proverbs, xxxi. 6, 7 LET other Poets raise a fracas 'Bout vines, an' wines, an' drunken Bacchus, An' grate our lug,' In glass or jug. O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch Drink, Inspire me, till I lisp an' wink, To sing thy name! Let husky Wheat the haught adorn, 8 Perfume the plain, Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn, Thou King o' grain! 4 Froth. • Valleys An endearing phrase-I am happy in thee On thee aft Scotland chows her cood,1 Wi' kail an' beef; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood, Food fills the wame," an' keeps up livin: The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin," Wi' rattlin glee. Thou clears the head o' doited' Lear: At's weary toil: Thou even brightens dark Despair Wi' gloomy smile. Aft, clad in massy siller weed, The poor man's wing, His wee drap parritch, or his bread, Thou kitchens fine. Thou art the life o' public haunts; By thee inspir'd, When gaping they besiege the tents, Are doubly fir'd. That merry night we get the corn in, In cog or bicker, An' gusty' sucker! When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, 10 I' th' lugget caup!" 1 Chews her cud. Belly. At ev'ry chaup. 13 * Flexible, A kind of bread. 4 The choice. Swiftly. 7 Stupified. 8 A wooden dish. 11 A wooden cup with handle. 12 Burnewin-Burn-the-wind-the Blacksmith. 19 Blow. ⚫ Tasteful. 10 Gear. SCOTCH DRINK. Nae mercy, then, for airn' or steel; The strong forehammer, Till block an' studdie' ring an' reel Wi' dinsome clamour. When skirlin' weanies see the light, Wae worth the name. Nae Howdie gets a social night, Or plack' frae them. When neebors anger at a plea, Čement the quarrel! It's aye the cheapest Lawyer's fee, To taste the barrel. Alake! that e'er my Muse has reason An' hardly, in a winter's season, E'er spier1 her price. 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 plackless devils like mysel, It sets you ill, Wi' bitter, dearthfu' wines to mell, Or foreign gill. May gravels round his blather wrench, O' sour disdain, Out owre a glass o' Whisky punch Wi' honest men! 'Iron. A way of striking with their hammer on the arm. Crying. Blockheads. The third part of a Scotch penny. 10 Blame. 11 Wesand. 14 Enemies. 9 Anvil. O Whisky! soul o' plays, an' pranks! Thee, Ferintosh!' O sadly lost! May kill us a'; For loyal Forbes' charter'd boast Is ta'en awa! Thae curst horse-leeches o' th' Excise, Haud up thy han', Deil! ance, twice, thrice! There, seize the blinkers! An' bake them up in brunstane pies For poor d-d drinkers. Fortune! if thou'll but gie me still Tak' a' the rest, An' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs the best. THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER' TO THE SCOTCH REPRESENTATIVES IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. Dearest of Distillation! last and best- Parody on Milton. YE Irish Lords, ye Knights an' Squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In Parliament, To you a simple Bardie's prayers Are humbly sent. Alas! my roupet" Muse is hearse! Your Honor's heart wi' grief 'twad pierce, 1 From Ferintosh, in Cromartyshire, where the Forbes family long had the privilege of distilling whisky, duty free. Stills. 9 Breeches. 4 This was written before the Act anent the Scotch Distilleries, of Session 1786; for which Scotland and the Author return their most grateful thanks.-R. B. 5 Hoarse, THE AUTHOR'S CRY AND PRAYER. To see her sitten on her a― Low i' the dust, An' scriechen out prosaic verse, An' like to brust! Tell them whae hae the chief direction, An' rouse them up to strong conviction, Stand forth, and tell yon Premier Youth, Tell him o' mine an' Scotland's drouth, The muckle devil blaw ye south, If ye dissemble! Does ony great man glunch and gloom? Wi' them wha grant 'em: If honestly they canna come, Far better want 'em. In gath'rin votes you were na slack; But raise your arm, an' tell your crack' Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle; Seizin a Stell, Triumphant crushin't like a mussel, Or lampit shell. 2 Then on the tither hand present her, Colleaguing join, Picking her pouch as bare as Winter 1 Story. Bustle. Of a' kind coin. 2 Thistle. 3 Whistle. 11 |