Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlinferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I cannasay but ye struntrarely,
Owregauze and lace;
Tho’, faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastitwonner,
Detested, shunn’d bysauntan’ sinner,
How daur ye set your fitupon her-
Saefine a lady?
Gaesomewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggar’s haffetsquattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi’itherkindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whaurhornnor banene’er daur unsettle
Your thickplantations.
Now haudyou there, ye’re out o’ sight,
Below the fatt’rels, snug and tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye’ll nobe right,
Tillye’ve got on it-
The verra tapmost, tow’rin height
O’Miss’ bonnet.
My sooth! right bauldye set your nose out,
As plump an’ grey as ony groset:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, redsmeddum,
I’d gie you sica hearty dose o’t,
Wad dress your droddum.
I wad nabeen surpris’d to spy
You on anauldwife’s flainen toy;
Oraiblinssome bitdubbie boy,
On’s wyliecoat;
ButMiss’ fine Lunardi! fye!
How daurye do’t?
O Jeany, dinnatossyour head,
An’ setyour beauties a’abread!
Ye little kenwhat cursed speed
The blastie’s makin:
Thaewinks an’ finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin.
O wad some Power the giftiegieus
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad fraemony a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wadlea’e us,
An’ev’n devotion!