Here's
armorial
bearings frae the manse o' Urr;
The crest, a sour crab-apple, rotten at the core.
The crest, a sour crab-apple, rotten at the core.
Robert Burns - Poems and Songs
Heron Election Ballad, No. IV.
The Trogger.
Tune--"Buy Broom Besoms. "
Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware,
Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair?
Chorus--Buy braw troggin frae the banks o' Dee;
Wha wants troggin let him come to me.
There's a noble Earl's fame and high renown,
For an auld sang--it's thought the gudes were stown--
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's the worth o' Broughton in a needle's e'e;
Here's a reputation tint by Balmaghie.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's its stuff and lining, Cardoness' head,
Fine for a soger, a' the wale o' lead.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's a little wadset, Buittle's scrap o' truth,
Pawn'd in a gin-shop, quenching holy drouth.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's an honest conscience might a prince adorn;
Frae the downs o' Tinwald, so was never worn.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's armorial bearings frae the manse o' Urr;
The crest, a sour crab-apple, rotten at the core.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's the worth and wisdom Collieston can boast;
By a thievish midge they had been nearly lost.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here is Satan's picture, like a bizzard gled,
Pouncing poor Redcastle, sprawlin' like a taed.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here's the font where Douglas stane and mortar names;
Lately used at Caily christening Murray's crimes.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Here is Murray's fragments o' the ten commands;
Gifted by black Jock to get them aff his hands.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Saw ye e'er sic troggin? if to buy ye're slack,
Hornie's turnin chapman--he'll buy a' the pack.
Buy braw troggin, &c.
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars
The Toast
Fill me with the rosy wine,
Call a toast, a toast divine:
Giveth me Poet's darling flame,
Lovely Jessie be her name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a peerless toast.
The Menagerie
Talk not to me of savages,
From Afric's burning sun;
No savage e'er could rend my heart,
As Jessie, thou hast done:
But Jessie's lovely hand in mine,
A mutual faith to plight,
Not even to view the heavenly choir,
Would be so blest a sight.
Jessie's illness
Say, sages, what's the charm on earth
Can turn Death's dart aside!