Scotch Drink, by Tom Burns

[Carme]

Hi all! I'm translating an English text into Spanish and, in one of the paragraphs, the author quotes the poem "Scotch Drink" by Tom Burns:

Thae curst horse-leeches o’ th’ Excise,
Who mak the whisky stells their prize!
Haud up thy han’, De’il! Ance, twice, thrice!
There, seize the blinkers!
An’ bake them up in brunstane pies
For poor damn’d drinkers.
For poor damn’d drinkers.

Could you please suggest how would it be read in English? Thanks!

[tig]

Originally Posted by Carme

Hi all! I'm translating an English text into Spanish and, in one of the paragraphs, the author quotes the poem "Scotch Drink" by Tom Burns:

Thae curst horse-leeches o’ th’ Excise,
Who mak the whisky stells their prize!
Haud up thy han’, De’il! Ance, twice, thrice!
There, seize the blinkers!
An’ bake them up in brunstane pies
For poor damn’d drinkers.
For poor damn’d drinkers.

Could you please suggest how would it be read in English? Thanks!

think its

they cursed horse - leeches of the excise (tax men)
who make the whisky stills their prize
hold up your hand, do it once twice thrice (three times)
there, seize the blinkers (buggers probably)
and bake them up in brunstane pies
for poor damned drinkers
for poor damned drinkers

[aNonnyMoose]

You got one wee bit wrong there, Tig:

Originally Posted by tig

hold up your hand, do it once twice thrice (three times)

Should be: "hold up your hand, devil (de'il), once, twice, thrice"

[Carme]

Many thanks, Tig and aNonnyMoose!

[tig]

Originally Posted by aNonnyMoose

You got one wee bit wrong there, Tig:


Should be: "hold up your hand, devil (de'il), once, twice, thrice"

i was trying to do it while working....honest lol

[Scottish_Republican]

They/Those horse-leeches of the Excist,
Who make whisky stills their prize,
Hold up thy hand, Devil! Once, twice, thrice
There, seize the blinkers
And bake them up in brimstone pies,
For poor damned drinkers

Thae curst horse-leeches o’ th’ Excise,
Who mak the whisky stells their prize!
Haud up thy han’, De’il! Ance, twice, thrice!
There, seize the blinkers!
An’ bake them up in brunstane pies
For poor damn’d drinkers.
For poor damn’d drinkers.