Thou King o' grain!
On thee aft Scotland chows her cood, chews, cud
In souple scones, the wale o' food! soft cakes, choice
Or tumblin' in the boiling flood
Wi' kail an' beef;
But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood,
There thou shines chief.
Food fills the wame, an' keeps us livin'; belly
Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin',
But, oil'd by thee,