The Merry Muses of Caledonia/The Trogger

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Anonymous; probably not older than Burns's time. Scott Douglas quotes a stanza of it in his 6 vol. edition (Vol. III., p. 247), and gives his opinion on the authorship of the song.

As I cam' down by Annan side,
Intending for the Border,
Amang the Scroggie banks and braes,
Wha met I but a trogger.
He laid me down upon my back,
I thought he was but jokin',
Till he was in me to the hilts,
the deevil tak' sic troggin!

What could I say, what could I do,
bann'd and sair misca'd him,
But whiltie-whaltie gaed his a—e
The mair that I forbade him;
He stell'd his foot against a stane,
And doubl'd ilka stroke in,
Till I gaed daft amang his hands,
O the deevil tak' sic troggin!

Then up we raise, and took the road,
And in by Ecclefechan,
Where the brandy-stoup we gart it clink,
And the strang-beer ream the quech in.
Bedown the bents o' Bonshaw braes,
We took the partin' yokin';
But I've clawed a sairy c—t sin' syne,
O the deevil tak' sic troggin!