a BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES.
Tavern” unquestionably was, in the first place, the good cheer which his house
afforded ; and, secondly, his own tact and address. He was uniformly attentive
and obliging ; and, whether with a “ crum 0’ tripe, a fleuk, or whitin’,” no one
knew better how to please the palate of a customer.l The situation of the
house tended much to recommend it ; at once retired, and yet in the proximity
of the most frequented portion of the Old Town, it afforded a convenient resort
for those who took “ meridians ; l7 and at night the strong ale drinkers found it
the very focus of excellent cheer and good company.
A graphic and somewhat humorous description‘of ‘‘ Dowie’s Tavern ” is given
in some verses by Mr. Hunter of Blackness. These were originally ascribed to
Burns, and as such printed in slips by “Honest John,” and circulated among
his acquaintances. They afterwards were included in a short biographical notice
of John himself, in the Scots Magazine for 1806, to which his portrait was prefixed.
In this article the writer says-“ We have met lately with the following
anonymous peem, written a good many years ago, in which the praises and
merits of John are duly set forth. It is generally supposed to be the composition
of Burns, who, when in tom, was a frequent visitor of Mr. Dowie ; and at
any rate is a, good imitation of his manner. Such of our readers as know what
it is to weet their pipes, for little wrang,’ will readily acknowledge that the
picture is drawn to the life, and will probably not be displeased with this
opportunity of recognising an old acquaintance :-
“ JOHNNIE DOWIE’S ALE.
‘‘ A’ ye wha wis’, on e’enings lang,
To meet an’ crack, and sing a sang,
And weet your pipes, for little wrang,
To sere Johnnie Dowie’s gang,
To purse or person,
There thrum a verse on.
“ 0, Dowie’s ale ! thou art the thing,
That gars us crack, and gars us sing,
Cast by our cares, our wants a’ fling
fiae us wi’ anger ;
Thou e’en mak’st passion tak the wing,
Or thou wilt bang ’er.
“ How blest is he wha has a groat
To spare upon the cheering pot ;
He may look blithe aa ony Scot
Gie’s a’ the like, but wi’ a coat,
“ Bnt thinkna that strong ale alone
Is a’ that’s kept by dainty John ;
Na, na ; for in the place there’s none,
Frae end to end,
Fur meat can set ye better on,
Than can your friend.
That e’er was born :
And guide frae scorn.
On being asked for something to eat, Johnnie’s invariable reply was1 “Ye can get a bufed herring.”