Food fills the wame, an' keeps us livin'; [belly]
Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin',
But, oil'd by thee,
The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin' [careering]
Wi' rattlin' glee.
Thou clears the head o' doited Lear: [muddled Learning]
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. [makest palatable]
Thou art the life o' public haunts;
But thee, what were our fairs and rants? [Without, frolics]
Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts, [saints]
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! [foamest]
Or reekin' on a New-Year mornin' [smoking]
In cog or bicker, [bowl, cup]
An' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in, [whisky]
An' gusty sucker! [tasty sugar]
When Vulcan gies his bellows breath,
An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith, [implements]
O rare to see thee fizz an' freath [froth]
I' th' lugged caup! [two-eared cup]
Then Burnewin comes on like death [The Blacksmith]
At ev'ry chaup.
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