o thou, my muse! guid auld scotch drink!
whether thro' wimplin worms thou jink,
or, richly brown, ream owre the brink,
in glorious faem,
inspire me, till i lisp an' wink,
to sing thy name!
let husky wheat the haughs adorn,
an' aits set up their awnie horn,
an' pease and beans, at e'en or morn,
perfume the pin:
leeze me on thee, john barley,
thou king o' grain!
on thee aft sd chows her cood,
in souple ses, the wale o'food!
or tumblin in the boiling flood
wi' kail an' beef;
but when thou pours thy
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