Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware watery stuff
That jaups in luggies; splashes, porringers
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
A BARD'S EPITAPH
Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Too
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, bashful, cringe
Let him draw near;
And owre this grassy heap sing dool, woe