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| HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? | |
| Your impudence protects you sairly; | |
| I canna say but ye strunt rarely, | |
| Owre gauze and lace; | |
| Tho’, faith! I fear ye dine but sparely | 5 |
| On sic a place. | |
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| Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, | |
| Detested, shunn’d by saunt an’ sinner, | |
| How daur ye set your fit upon her— | |
| Sae fine a lady? | 10 |
| Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner | |
| On some poor body. | |
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| Swith! in some beggar’s haffet squattle; | |
| There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle, | |
| Wi’ ither kindred, jumping cattle, | 15 |
| In shoals and nations; | |
| Whaur horn nor bane ne’er daur unsettle | |
| Your thick plantations. | |
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| Now haud you there, ye’re out o’ sight, | |
| Below the fatt’rels, snug and tight; | 20 |
| Na, faith ye yet! ye’ll no be right, | |
| Till ye’ve got on it— | |
| The verra tapmost, tow’rin height | |
| O’ Miss’ bonnet. | |
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| My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, | 25 |
| As plump an’ grey as ony groset: | |
| O for some rank, mercurial rozet, | |
| Or fell, red smeddum, | |
| I’d gie you sic a hearty dose o’t, | |
| Wad dress your droddum. | 30 |
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| I wad na been surpris’d to spy | |
| You on an auld wife’s flainen toy; | |
| Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy, | |
| On’s wyliecoat; | |
| But Miss’ fine Lunardi! fye! | 35 |
| How daur ye do’t? | |
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| O Jeany, dinna toss your head, | |
| An’ set your beauties a’ abread! | |
| Ye little ken what cursed speed | |
| The blastie’s makin: | 40 |
| Thae winks an’ finger-ends, I dread, | |
| Are notice takin. | |
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| O wad some Power the giftie gie us | |
| To see oursels as ithers see us! | |
| It wad frae mony a blunder free us, | 45 |
| An’ foolish notion: | |
| What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us, | |
| An’ ev’n devotion! | |
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