William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
A Cogie o YillAndrew Shirrefs (17621807?)
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And a dainty wee drappie o’ whiskey,
Was our forefathers’ dose for to sweel down their brose,
And keep them aye cheery and frisky.
And hey for the cogie, and hey for the yill;
Gin ye steer a’ thegither they’ll do unco weel
To keep a chiel cheery and brisk aye.
That sae aften ha’e loundered our foes, man,
I think to mysel’ on the meal and the yill,
And the fruits o’ our Scottish kail brose, man.
Then hey for the whiskey, etc.
In the field drive like sheep a’ our foes, man;
Their courage and power spring frae this, to be sure,
They’re the noble effects o’ the brose, man.
Then hey for the whiskey, etc.
Your pale-visaged milksops and beaux, man;
I think, when I see them, ’twere kindness to gi’e them
A cogie o’ yill or o’ brose, man.
Then hey for the whiskey, etc.
He denies eatin’ blanter ava’, man;
But by eatin’ o’ blanter his mare’s grown, I’ll warrant her,
The manliest brute o’ the twa, man.
Then hey for the whiskey, etc.