Sometimes they catch a gentle gizz, Alake the day! And singe, wi' hair-devouring bizz, Shou'd th' owner patiently keek round, Which lays his honour on the ground The Muse maun also now implore I fear, I fear, She'll no lang shank upon all-four Next day each hero tells his news She'll rather to the fields resort, Whare music gars the day seem short, Whare peerless Fancy hads her court, 1 See Additional Notes and Illustrations, B. CALLER OYSTERS. Happy the man who, free from care and strife, A splendid shilling. He nor hears with pain [JOHN] PHILLIPS; (The exordium of the 'Splendid Shilling.') OF a' the waters that can hobble A fishin' yole or salmon coble, And can reward the fisher's trouble, There's nane sae spacious and sae noble In her the skate and codlin sail, And whitens dainty; Their spindle-shanks the labsters trail Auld Reikie's sons blyth faces wear; The halesomest and nicest gear Of fish or flesh. O! then we needna gi'e a plack And spread sic notions, As gar their feckless patients tak Their stinkin potions. Come prie, frail man! for gin thou art sick, As ever doctor patient gart lick Whether you hae the head or heart ake, Ye tiplers, open a' your poses, To fleg awa your simmer roses, And naithing under. Whan big as burns the gutters rin, O'er oysters and a dram o' gin, When auld Saunt Giles, at aught o'clock, To birle our bodles, And get wharewi' to crack our joke, And clear our noddles. Whan Phoebus did his windocks steek, 1 A famous Oyster Tavern in our Poet's time,situated in the Cowgate, where it is now (1851) crossed by the South Bridge, and which has more recently obtained a new lease of immortality (!) as the scene of some of the most graphic incidents in the Miller of Deanhaugh,' by the manygifted Ballantyne. Did I my frosty fingers beek, And taste gude fare: I trow there was nae hame to seek Whan steghin there. While glakit fools, o'er rife o' cash, He's no ill boden That gusts his gabb wi' oyster sauce, At Musselbrough, and eke Newheven,1 And tak' o' fat pandours a prieven, Or mussel brose: Then sometimes ere they flit their doup, For liquor clear frae cutty stoup, To weet their wizen, And swallow o'er a dainty soup, For fear they gizzen. A' ye wha canna stand sae sicker, Whan twice you've toom'd the big-ars'd bicker, Mix caller oysters wi' your liquor, And I'm your debtor, If greedy priest or drouthy vicar Will thole it better. 1 Two well-known country towns not far from Edinburgh. |