[barley]
In glass or jug.

O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch Drink,
Whether thro' wimplin worms thou jink, [winding, dodge]
Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink, [cream]
In glorious faem, [foam]
Inspire me, till I lisp an' wink,
To sing thy name!

Let husky wheat the haughs adorn, [flat river-lands]
An' aits set up their awnie horn, [oats, bearded]
An' pease an' beans at een or morn,
Perfume the plain;
Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn, [Commend me to]
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,
The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin' [careering]
Wi' rattlin' glee.

Thou clears the head o' doited Lear: [muddled Learning]
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil:
Thou even brightens dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.

Aft, clad in massy siller weed,
Wi' gentles thou erects thy head;
Yet humbly kind, in time o' need,
The poor man's wine,
His wee drap parritch, or his bread,
Thou kitchens fine. [makest palatable]

Thou art the life o' public haunts;
But thee, what were our fairs and rants? [Without, frolics]
Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts, [saints]
By thee inspir'd,
When gaping they besiege the tents,
Are doubly fir'd.

That merry night we get the corn in!
O sweetly then thou reams the horn in! [foamest]
Or reekin' on a New-Year mornin' [smoking]
In cog or bicker,