THE MUTUAL COMPLAINT. ་་་་་་་་་་་ Ilk loun rebellious to tak, Wha walks not i' the proper track, Or in the water-hole sair douk him ; CAWSEY. But first, I think, it will be good, PLAINSTANES. Content am I.-But east the gate is The Sun, wha taks his leave o' Thetis THE MUTUAL COMPLAINT. And comes to wauken honest fouk, A DRINK ECLOGUE. LANDLADY, BRANDY, AND WHISKY, ON auld worm-eaten skelf, in cellar dunk, Whare hearty benders synd their drouthy trunk, Twa chappin bottles, bang'd wi' liquor fu', Brandy the tane,-the tither Whisky blue,Grew canker'd; for the twa were het within, And het-skinn'd fouk to flytin soon begin. The Frenchman fizz'd, and first wad foot the field, While paughty Scotsman scorn'd to beenge or yield. BRANDY. Black be your fa', ye cotter loun mislear'd! A DRINK ECLOGUE. And courtiers aft gaed greenin for my smack, Sair fash'd wi' din, wi' darkness, and wi' stinks, WHISKY. But ye maun be content, and maunna rue wont : For here, wae's me! there's nouther lord nor laird Comes to get heartscad frae their stamack skair'd. Nae mair your courtier louns will shaw their face; For they glowr eery at a friend's disgrace. A DRINK ECLOGUE. But heese your heart up :-Whan at court you hear BRANDY. Wanwordy gowk! did I sae aften shine thumb; For gentle spirits gentle breeding doom. WHISKY, Truly, I think it right you get your alms, Your high heart humbled amang common drams : |