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Rh Yet each true hearted Scotchman, by nature jocoſe, Loves always to dine on a diſh of gude broſe, And thanks be to Praiſe, we’ve yet plenty of thoſe, O! the kail broſe of auld Scotland, An’ O the Scotiſh kail broſe.



N Scotland there lived a humble Beggar, He had neither houſe, nor hauld, nor hame, But he was well liked by ilka bodie, And they gae him ſunkets to rax his wame.

A nivefow o’ meal, and a handfow o’ groats, A dadd o’ bannock, or herring brie, Cauld parrage, or the lickings o’ plates, Wad made him as blyth as a beggar cou’d be.

This Beggar he was a humble Beggar, The ſcint a bit o’ pride had he, He wad a ta’en his a’ms in a bikker, Frae gentleman, or poor bodie.

His wallets a-hint and a-fore did hang, In as good order as wallets cau’d be: A lang kail-gully hang down by his ſide. And a meikle nowt-horn to rout on had he.

It happened ill, it happened warſe, It happened ſae, that he did die: And wha do ye think was at his late-wake, But lads and laſſes o’ high degree.

Some were blyth, and ſome were ſad. And ſome they play’d at blind Harrie; But ſuddenly up-ſtarted the auld Carle, I redd ye, good fowks, tak tent o’ me.