On thee aft Scotland chows her cood,1 Wi' kail an' beef; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood, There thou shines chief. Food fills the wame,5 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 wine, 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 cogs or bicker, An' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in, An' gusty' sucker! When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, I' th' lugget caup!" 1 Chews her cud. 5 Belly. 2 Flexible. 10 Gear. 6 Swiftly. 7 At ev'ry chaup.13 3 A kind of bread. 4 The choice. Stupified. 8 A wooden dish. 11 A wooden cup with handle. 12 Burnewin-Burn-the-wind-the Blacksmith. 13 Blow. 9 Tasteful. Nae mercy, then, for airn1 or steel; The strong forehammer, Till block an' studdie3 ring an' reel Wi' dinsome clamour. When skirlin1 weanies see the light, Wae worth the name! Nae Howdie gets a social night, Or plack' frae them. When neebors anger at a plea, Cement the quarrel ! It's aye the cheapest Lawyer's fee, To taste the barrel. Alake! that e'er my Muse has reason Wi' liquors nice, An' hardly, in a winter's season, E'er spier12 her price. An' sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash To her warst faes.11 Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well, Ye chief, to you my tale I tell, Wi' bitter, dearthfu' wines to mell, Or foreign gill. O' sour disdain, O Whisky! soul o' plays an' pranks! Thou comes Are my poor verses! Thee, Ferintosh !1 O sadly lost! May kill us a'; For loyal Forbes' charter'd boast Is ta'en awa! Thae curst horse-leeches o' th' Excise, 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 PRAYER1 TO THE SCOTCH REPRESENTATIVES IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. Dearest of Distillation! last and best How art thou lost! Parody on Milton. YE Irish Lords, ye Knights an' Squires, An' doucely manage our affairs In Parliament, To you a simple Bardie's prayers Are humbly sent. Alas! my roupet5 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. 2 Stills. 3 Breeches. 4 This was written before the Act anent the Scotch Distilleries, of Session t786; for which Scotland and the Author return their most grateful hanks.-R. B. 5 Hoarse. 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, An' move their pity. Stand forth, an' tell yon Premier Youth, Tell him o' mine an' Scotland's drouth, His servants humble: 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 crack1 Before them a'. Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle;2 Seizin a Stell, Triumphant crushin't like a mussel, Or lampit shell. Then on the tither hand present her, Is there, that bears the name o' Scot, Thus dung in staves, An' plunder'd o' her hindmost groat By gallows knaves ? Alas! I'm but a nameless wight, Trode i' the mire out o' sight! But could I like Montgomeries fight, Or gab like Boswell, There's some sark-necks I wad draw tight, An' tie some hose well. God bless your Honors, can ye see't, An' gar them hear it! An' tell them, wi' a patriot-heat, Ye winna bear it! Some o' you nicely ken the laws, To mak harangues; Auld Scotland's wrangs. Dempster,1 a true blue Scot I'se warran; The Laird o' Graham;5 Erskine, a spunkie Norland billie; An' monie ithers, Whom auld Demosthenes, or Tully, Might own for brithers. Arouse, my boys! exert your mettle, 1 George Dempster, Esq., of Dunnichen, in Forfarshire. 3 Sir Adam Ferguson.-R. B. 8 2 Oath. * Quick and smooth-speaking. 5 The Duke of Montrose.-R. B. 6 Sagacious. Fiery. 8 Plough-staff. |