ies warst,
wi' ev'n-down want o' wark are curst.
they loiter, lounging, nk an' zy;
tho' deil-haet ails them, yet uneasy;
their days insipid, dull, an' tasteless;
their nights u, ng, an' restless.
an'ev'n their sports, their balls an' races,
their galloping through public pces,
there's sic parade, sip, an' art,
the joy scarcely reach the heart.
the men cast out in party-matches,
then sowther a' in deep debauches.
ae night they're mad wi' drink an' wh,
day their life is past enduring.
The Twa Dogs(16/18)