Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Caledonian songster

77
An' a bag o' oat-meal on their backs to be brose.
O! the kail-brose, Sec.
At our annual elections for baillies or mayor,
Nae kick-shaws o' puddings or tarts were seen there,
But a cog o* guid brose was the favourite fare.
O ! the kail brose, &c.
But when we remember the English our foes,
Our ancestors beat them with very few blows,
John Bull oft cried, O ! let's rin, they've got brose.
O i the kail-brose, &c.
But now that the thistle is join'd to the rose,
An' the English nae langer are counted our foes,
We've lost a great deal o' our relish for brose.
O 1 the kail-brose, &c.
Yet each true-hearted Scotsman, by nature jocose,
-Likes always to feast on a cog o' guid brose ;
An' thanks be to heaven we've got plenty o' those I
0* the kail-brose, Sec.