Antipodean Horace

Ode XX. Book I.
Vile potabis modicis Sabinum. . . .
Nae fancy liquour can I gie
Sae great a guest, Tarn Mac, as ye,
But just a drap o' barlie-brie
For oor guid cheer,
I filled a jar in '93—
Ye mind the year.

The country echoed wi' your name
Mackenzie, and ye sprang to fame
All in a day when ye became—
'Twas in November—
To help poor nation's laws to frame,
Oor chosen member

Sin then ye've clammered up the scale
And never known what 'tis to fail,
Ye winna scarn a soup of ale
For auld lang syne,
I haena got champagne as well
Or ither wine.

—A. F. T. Chorlton.