Then, horn for horn they stretch an’ strive, Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then auld guidman, maist like to rive, Bethankit hums. Is there that o’er his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi’ perfect sconner, Looks down wi’ sneering scornfu’ view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither’d rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit: Thro’ bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed— The trembling earth resounds his tread! Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He’ll mak it whissle; An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned, Like taps o’ thrissle. Ye Pow’rs, wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o’ fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer, Gie her a Haggis! BANNOCKS O’ BARLEY Bannocks o’ bear meal, Bannocks o’ barley; Here’s to the Highlandman’s Bannocks o’ barley. Wha in a brulzie Will first cry a parley? Never the lads wi’ The bannocks o’ barley. Bannocks o’ bear meal, Bannocks o’ barley; Here’s to the lads wi’ The bannocks o’ barley; Wha in his wae-days Were loyal to Charlie? Wha but the lads wi’ The bannocks o’ barley. COMING THROUGH THE RYE Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body; Jenny’s seldom dry; She draiglet a’ her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. Coming through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye, She draiglet a’ her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. Gin a body meet a body Coming through the rye; Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen; Gin a body kiss a body, Need the world ken? LAMENT FOR JAMES, EARL OF GLENCAIRN The wind blew hollow frae the hills; By fits the sun’s departing beam Look’d on the fading yellow woods That waved o’er Lugar’s winding stream. Beneath a craigy steep, a bard, Laden with years and meikle pain, In loud lament bewail’d his lord, Whom death had all untimely taen.