Air.—"The kail brose o' awld Scotland."
Ye vintners a' your ingles[3] mak clear,
An brew us some punch our hearts a' to cheer,
On November the thritie let's meet ilkie year
To drink to the memory o' Andrew,
To Andrew the auld Scottish saint.
Peace was his word in the ha' or the fiel'[4]
An his creed it was whalsome to those that were leal
To mak' the road straight O' he was the cheel,
Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew,