BROSE AND BUTTER (Robert Burns) Johnnie git brose, brose Johnnie git brose and butter Johnnie git brose, brose An a' the lave wanted their supper. Jennie wis up i' the laft Johnnie wid fain hae been at her There came a strong wind frae the west A' the windaes made clatter. Oh in a goose is guid meat A hen is a boss and a bother In pie there's muckle deceit There's nothin' like brose and butter.