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SCOTTISH TOASTS

By IVOR BEN McIVOR

INTRODUCTION

Whenever and wherever Scotchmen foregather the spirit of friendship and festivity is in the air.

To be able to say the right thing at the right moment is to contribute to the harmony of such occasions. This little book is offered as an aid to all who would do so—and it has been arranged so that Toasts, Sentiments and expressions of Conviviality, Love and Friendship of varying character and for all occasions come ready to hand. Here separately grouped are Patriotic Toasts, Convivial Toasts, Sentiments of Love and Friendship, Toasts to the Women, Humourous Toasts, and a budget of Miscellaneous Toasts and Sentiments from which to pick and choose at will.

Here also is a store of good stories; when toasts are not in order a good story is always in order. The best of all good stories are among the Scotch ones and these are of the kind that are ever welcome at the festive board.

And the compiler of this little book, to use the language of the Toast Master of the Lord Mayor of London, “bids you a right hearty good welcome” and drinks to all his brother Scots in a Loving Cup.

CONTENTS

• Introduction
• Menu
• Patriotic Toasts
• Patriotic Scotsmen
• Toasts to Women, Love, Friendship, etc.
• Convivial and Humourous Toasts and Sentiments
• Some After Dinner Stories
• Miscellaneous Toasts and Sentiments
• Scottish Toasts: A Miscellany

Edinburgh Pen and Pencil Club

Scotch Nicht.

“And noo a rantin’ feast weel stored, Saurs sweetly on the festive board.”—Picken’s Poems.

“A grace (but no) as lang’s my arm.”—Burns.

Bill o’ Fare.

Powsowdie and Cockie-leekie.

“Wi’ rowth o’ reekin’ kail supply The inward man.”—Ferguson.

Cod and Oyster Sauce.

Haddies.

“... He’s no ill boden That gusts his gab wi’ oyster sauce An’ cod weel soden.”—Ferguson.

“They’re braw caller haddies.”—Antiquary.

Sheep’s Head and Trotters.

Haggis.

“A sheep’s head owre muckle boiled is rank poison.”—Bailie Nicol Jarvie.

“A haggis fat, weel tottled in a seything pat.”—Ferguson.

Drams.

“An’ his nose is juist a sicht, wi’ drinkin drams.”—Outram.

Beef and Greens.

Bubbly-Jock and Howtowdies.

“We’ll live a’ the winter on beef an’ lang kail, An’ whang at the bannocks o’ barley meal.”—John, Duke of Argyll.

“Noo, maister, I sall thank ye for a prievin’ o’ your bubbly-jock.”—Saxon and the Gael.

“A fine fat howtowdie.... The fowl looks weel, an’ we’ll fa’ till her.”—Allan Ramsay.

Marrow Banes.

“Nil nisi bonum.”

“Os homini sublime dedit.”

Kapers.

“Do you not remember, Hugh, how I gave you a kaper?”—Clan Albyn.

“Then auld guidman, maist like to rive, Bethankit hums.”—Burns.

Toddy.

“A guid auld sang comes never wrang, When o’er a social cogie.”—William Reid.

“The hour approaches Tam maun ride.”—Burns.

“Landlady, count the lawin’.”—Burns.

“Guid nicht, an’ joy be wi’ ye a’!”—Old Song.

Waterloo Hotel.

W. G. R.

PATRIOTIC TOASTS

A health to the friends of Caledonia.

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But let ilk man pursue his plan, Let all have liberty of soul, Let every man stand by his clan And slavery have no control.

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Be whaur I like, or gang whaur I like, I see nobody hae the sense and manners that the folk o’ our ain town hae!

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Brave Caledonia, the chief of her line.

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Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land; Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering from a foreign strand?

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Caledonia: the nursery of learning and the birthplace of heroes.

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Edina! Scotia’s darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow’rs, Where once beneath a monarch’s feet Sat legislation’s sov’reign pow’rs! From marking wildly-scatter’d flow’rs, As on the bank of Ayr I stray’d, And singing, lone, the ling’ring hours, I shelter in thy honour’d shade.

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Give me my Scotia’s darling sons Sae kind and free. O! but I loe their hamely tweils, Their auld sweet songs and foursome reels, Their heathery hills, their glens and biels Sae snug and warm, Rare honest independent chiels Wha dread nae harm.

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Green be thy hills, auld Scotia, And fertile be thy plains, man; Where friendship, love, and freedom reign, To bless our nymphs and swains, man.

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Here’s to dear Scotland, its crags and its glens! The bonniest country that e’er mon micht ken! The land where the lads and the lassies all learns To play golf, to drink high-balls and read Bobby Burns.

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Here’s to the land of bonnets blue, Tartan kilts and tarry woat, O for a waught of mountain dew, To toast the guid and brave o’t.

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Kyle for a man, Carrick for a coo, Cunningham for butter and cheese And Galloway for woo.

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O Scotia!

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