“Auld Reekie's sons blyth faces wear, September's merry month is near, That brings in Neptune's caller chere, New oysters fresh; The halesomest and nicest gear Of fish or flesh. Whan big as burns the gutters rin, Gin ye hae catcht a drookit skin, To Luckie Middlemist's loup in, And sit fair snug O'er oysters and a dram o' gin, Or haddock lug.” SeptemberOystersEdinburghScots Language Book:Poems of Fergusson Source: Poems of Fergusson