to a louse, on seeing one on a dy's bo, at church
ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
your impudence protects you sairly;
i a say but ye strunt rarely,
auze and ce;
tho', faith! i fear ye di sparely
on sic a pce.
ye ugly, creepin, bstit wonner,
detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
how daur ye set your fit upon her—
sae fine a dy?
gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
on some poor body.
swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
there ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
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