ffected
when by such heads as directed,
poor dunghill sons of dirt and mire
may to patri rights aspire!
nae sage north now, ner sackville,
to watd premier o'er the pack vile,—
an' whare will ye get howes and tons
t them tht repentance—
to cowe the rebel geion,
an' save the honour o' the nation?
they, an' be d-d! what right hae they
to meat, or sleep, ht o' day?
far less—to riches, pow'r, or freedom,
but what your lordship likes to gie them?
but hear, my llengarry, hear!
your hand's owre light to them, i fear;
Address Of Beelzebub(3/6)