[bowl, cup]
An' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in, [whisky]
An' gusty sucker! [tasty sugar]

When Vulcan gies his bellows breath,
An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith, [implements]
O rare to see thee fizz an' freath [froth]
I' th' lugged caup! [two-eared cup]
Then Burnewin comes on like death [The Blacksmith]
At ev'ry chaup. [blow]

Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel; [iron]
The brawnie, banie, ploughman chiel, [bony, fellow]
Brings hard owre-hip, wi' sturdy wheel,
The strong forehammer,
Till block an' studdie ring an' reel [anvil]
Wi' dinsome clamour.

When skirlin' weanies see the light, [squalling babies]
Thou maks the gossips clatter bright
How fumblin' cuifs their dearies slight-- [dolts]
Wae worth the name!
Nae Howdie gets a social night, [Midwife]
Or plack frae them. [small coin]

When neibors anger at a plea, [lawsuit]
An' just as wud as wud can be, [mad]
How easy can the barley-bree [-brew]
Cement the quarrel!
It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee
To taste the barrel.

Alake! that e'er my Muse has reason
To wyte her countrymen wi' treason; [blame]
But mony daily weet their weasan' [throat]
Wi' liquors nice,
An' hardly, in a winter's season,
E'er spier her price. [ask]

Wae worth that brandy, burning trash!
Fell source o' mony a pain an' brash? [illness]
Twins mony a poor, doylt, drucken hash, [Robs, stupid, drunken oaf]
O' half his days;
An' sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash
To her warst faes.

Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well,
Ye chief, to you my tale I tell,
Poor plackless devils like mysel'