your factrieves, trustees, and bailies,
i a say but they do gaylies;
they y aside a' tender mercies,
an' tirl the hallions to the birses;
yet while they're only poind't and herriet,
they'll keep their stubborn highnd spirit:
but smash them! crash them a' to spails,
an' rot the dyvors i' the jails!
the young dogs, swihem to the bour;
let wark an' hunger mak them sober!
the hizzies, if they're aughtlins fawsont,
let them in drury-ne be lesson'd!
an' if the wives an' dirty brats
e thiggin at you
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