The Literature of the Scottish Gael (Continued) Author(s): Donald Maclean Source: The Celtic Review, Vol. 8, No. 29 (Apr., 1912), pp. 51-74 Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30022111 Accessed: 28-06-2016 01:48 UTC Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at http://about.jstor.org/terms JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact
[email protected]. is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Celtic Review This content downloaded from 144.82.108.120 on Tue, 28 Jun 2016 01:48:10 UTC All use subject to http://about.jstor.org/terms THE LITERATURE OF THE SCOTTISH GAEL 51 Curds and Cream, my daughter beauteous, Round the jack, for service duteous, Constant praise has won. Bigger than a brewer's vat, Beaming out through folds of fat, ' Corned-Beef' is my Son. 'Spice-of-Spice,' with breath of bliss, Is my wife's maid, well I wis, At the peep of day, Out o'er New Milk Lake she went For the larder, well content, Dainties to purvey. Suet is my steed of steeds. Where's the Sire that so succeeds At increasing studs ? From his toil to give him ease, See, a saddle of Cream-Cheese From his back up-buds.