On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations thro' Scotland collecting the Antiquities o that kingdom
Collection the antiquities of that kingdom.-
Hear, land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maiden-kirk to Johnie Groats,
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A cheil's amang you taking notes,
And faith, he'll print it!
If in your bounds ye chance to light
Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight,
O' stature short, but genius bright,
That's he, mark weel;
And wow! he has an unco slight,
O' cauk & keel!
By some auld, houlet-haunted biggin,
Or kirk deserted by its riggin,
It's ten to ane, ye'll find him snug in
Some eldritch part;
Wi' diels, they say, Lord safe's! colleaguin
At some black art.-
Ilk Ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chaumer,
Ye Gipsey-gang that deal in glaumor,
And you deep read in hell's black grammar,
Warlocks & witches,
Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer
Ye midnight b----s.-
It's tauld he was a Sodger bred,
And ane wad rather fa'n than fled,
But now he's quat the spurtle-blade,
And dog-skin wallet,
And ta'en the - Antiquarian trade
I think they call it. -
He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets:
Rousty airn caps, and jinglin jackets,
A towmont gude;
And paratch-pots and auld saut-backets,
Afore the Flood.
Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder;
Auld Tubal-cain's fire-shool & fender;
That which distinguished the gender
O' Balaam's ass;
A broom-stick o' the Witch of Endor
Weel shod wi' brass.-
Besides, he'll cut you off fu' gleg.
The shape of Adam's philibeg;
The knife that nicket Abel's craig,
He'll prove you fully,
If 'twas a faulding jocteleg,
Or lang-kail gully.-
But wad ye see him in his glee,
For meikle glee & fun has he;
Then set him down, and twa or three
Gude fallows wi' him,
And Port, O Port! shine thou a wee,
And then ye'll see him!
Now by the Powers o' Verse & Prose,
Thou art a dainty cheil, O G--se!
Whae'er o' thee shall ill suppose,
They sair misca' thee:
I'd tak the rascal by the nose,
Wad say, shame fa' thee.-
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/134
- Alt. number
- 3.6300
- Date
- 1791
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/134
- Alt. number
- 3.6300
- Date
- 1791
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
Description
On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations thro' Scotland collecting the Antiquities o that kingdom.
Begins: "Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots". Captain Francis Grose (1731-91) was a distinguished 18th century antiquary and friend of Robert Burns. 10 six-line verses.
Archive information
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Robert Burns, collection of poems and songs
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- On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations thro' Scotland collecting the Antiquities o that kingdom
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