No Nectar they know but a pot of good ale.
The Picts and the Scots for ale were at lots,
So high was the skill, and so kept under seale;
The Picts were undone, slain each mothers son,
For not teaching the Scots to make Hether Eale.
But hither or thither, it skils not much whether:
For Drink must be had, men live not by Keale,
Not by Havor-bannocks nor by Havor-jannocks,
The thing the Scots live on is a pot of good ale.
Now, if ye will say it, I will not denay it,