with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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These cakes are kneaded out with the knuckles^
and toasted over the red embers of wood on a grid-
iron. They are remarkablyfine ^ and have a deli-
cate relish when eaten warm with ale. On winter
market nights the landlady heats them, and drops
them into the quaigh to warm the ah :
'^ Weel does the cannie Kimmer ken
To gar the swats gae gUbber down."
Blyth, blyth, blyth was she,
Blyth was she butt and ben
And well she loo'd a Hawick gill,
And leugh to see a tappit hen.
She took me in, and set me down,
And heght to keep me lawing-free;
.But, cunning carling that she was,
She gart me birle my bawbie.
We loo'd the liquor well enough ;
But waes my heart my cash was done
Before that I had quench'd my drowth,
And laith I was to pawn my shoon.
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