O! the kail-brose o’ auld Scotland,
And O! the Scottish kail-brose.
When Fergus, the first of our Kings, I suppose.
At the head of his nobles, had vanquished our foes,
Just before they began, they’d been feasting on brose,
O! the Kail-brose, &c.
Our sodgers were drest in their kilts and short hose,
Wi’ their bonnets and belts, which their dress did compose,
And a bag of oatmeal on their backs to be brose,
O! the Kail-brose, &c.