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  or reekin on a new-year mornin
  in cog or bicker,
  an' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in,
  an' gusty sucker!
  when vulcan gies his bellows breath,
  an' ploughmen gather wi' their graith,
  o rare! to see thee fizz an freath
  i' th' luggit caup!
  then burnewin comes on like death
  at every chap.
  nae mercy then, for airn or steel;
  the brawnie, banie, ploughman chiel,
  brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel,
  the strong forehammer,
  till block an' studdie ring an reel,
  wi' dinsome clamour.
  when skirling weanies see the light,
  though maks the gossips clatter bright,
  how fumblin' cuiffs their dearies slight;
  wae worth the name!
  nae howdie gets a social night,
  or plack frae them.
  when neibors anger at a plea,
  an' just as wud as wud can be,
  how easy can the barley brie
  cement the quarrel!
  it's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee,
  to taste the barrel.
  alake! that e'er my muse has reason,
  to wyte her countrymen wi' treason! ↑返回顶部↑