An' minds his griefs no more.
Solomon (Proverbs xxxi. 6, 7).
Let other Poets raise a fracas
'Bout vines, an' wines, an' drunken Bacchus,
An' crabbed names an' stories wrack us,
An' grate our lug; ear
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, barley
In glass or jug.
O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch Drink,