But now since the thistle is joined to the rose,
And the English nae longer are counted our foes,
We’ve lost a great deal o’our relish for brose.
O! the Kail-brose &c.
Yet each true-hearted Scotsman, by nature jocose,
Likes always to feed on a cog o’ gude brose,
And, thanks be to heaven, we’ve yet plenty of those.
O! the Kail-brose, &c.
Anonymous.