Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich! -smoking
Then, horn for horn they stretch an' strive, spoon
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve well-swelled bellies soon
Are bent like drums;
Then auld guidman, maist like to rive, burst
‘Be-thankit!’ hums.
Is there that o'er his French ragout,