To A Louse, On Seeing One On A Ladys Bonnet, At Church
in shoals and nations;
whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur ule
your thitations.
now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
till ye've got on it—
the verra tapmost, tow'ri
o' miss' bo.
my sooth! right bauld ye set your ,
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.
i wad na been surpris'd to spy
you on an auld
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