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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.

THE HUMBLE BEGGAR.

In 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.