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
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunnd by saunt an sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggars haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whaur horn nor bane neer daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud you there, yere out o sight,
Below the fattrels, snug and tight;
Na, faith ye yet! yell no be right,
Till yeve got on it
The verra tapmost, towrin height
O Miss bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an grey as ony groset:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
Id gie you sic a hearty dose ot,
Wad dress your droddum.
I wad na been surprisd to spy
You on an auld wifes flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy,
Ons wyliecoat;
But Miss fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye dot?
O Jeany, dinna toss your head,
An set your beauties a abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blasties makin:
Thae winks an finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin.
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad leae us,
An evn devotion!