Edinburgh Pen and Pencil Club
Reading edition
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.