"HOTCH-POTCH."

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2661, 26 May 1908, Page 7

"HOTCH-POTCH."

0 leeze me on the canny Scotch, Wha first contrived, without a botch. To mak the gusty, good " Hotch- . Potch;" That fills the wame sae brawley ; There's carrots intill't and noaps intiM't, There's cybies intill't, and leeks intiM't, There's pease, and beans, and beets intill't, That soorti through ither sae brawly. The French mouhseer, and English loon, When they conie daunderin' through our town, Wi' smirks an' snacks they gulp it | down. An' lick (heir lips fu' brawly : For there's carrots intill't, and neaps intill't, And cybies intill't, and leeks intill't. There's mutton, and lamb, and beef intill't, h -j. That makes it 6up sae brawfley. And Irish Pat, when he comes here, To lay his lugs in our good cheer, He shools his cutty wi* unco steer, And clears his cogue fu' brawly ; For there's carrots intill't, and neaps intill't, There's pease, and beans, and beets intill't, And a' good gustv meats intill't, That grease his gab fu' brawly. A dainty Dame she came our way. An' sma'"soup meagre" she wad hae; "Wi your fat broth I cannot away,— It makes me scunner fu' brawly ; For there's carrots intill't, and neaps intill't, And cybies intill't, and leeks intill't, And filthy, greasy meats intill't, That turn my stomach sae brawly." She gat her soup : It was unco trash, And little better than poor dishwash ; 'Twad gie a man the "waterbrash" To sup sic dirt sae brawly." Nae carrots intill't, nor (leeks intell't And cybies intill't, and leeks intill't, Nor nae good gusty meats intill't. To line the ribs fu' brawly. Then here's to ilka kindly Scot; Wi' mony good broths he boils his pot, But rare " hotch-potch" beats a' the lot. It smells and smacks sae brawly ; For there's carrots intill't, and neaps intill't, There's pease, and beans, and beets intill't, And hearty, wholesome meats intill't, That stech the kite sae brawly. , —Archibald Bell, Sheriff of Ayrshire, quoted by Hill Burton in "The Scot Abroad."