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THE KAIL BROSE OF AULD SCOTLAND
When our ancient forefathers agreed wi’ the lairdFor a piece o’ guid groun’ to be a Kail Yard,It was to the Brose that they paid their regard,O the Kail brose of Auld Scotland,An’ o’ the old Scottish Kail Brose.
When Fergus the first of our Kings I suppose,At the head of our Nobles had vanquish’d our foes,Just before they began, they’d been feasting on Brose.O the Kail Brose &c.
Our sodgers were dress’d in their kilts and short ⟨hose,⟩Their bonnets and belts, their dress did compose,Wi’ a bag of oat-meal on their backs to be brose.O the Kail Brose, &c.
At our annual elections for Bailies or Mayors,No kickshows of puddings or tarts were seen there,But a dish o’ guid brose was the favourite fare.O the Kail Brose &c.
But now that the Thistle is join’d to the Rose,And the English nae langer are counted our foes,We’ve lost a great deal o’ our relish for brose,O the Kail Brose &c.
Yet each true hearted Scotsman by nature jocose,Loves always to dine on a dish o’ guid Brose;And thanks be and praise, we’ve yet plenty of those,O the Kail Brose of Auld Scotland,An’ o’ the Scottish Kail Brose.