he sacred gown,
wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters;
and (what would now be strange), ye godly writers;
a' ye douce folk i've borne aboon the broo,
were ye but here, what would ye say or do?
how would your spirits groan in deep vexation,
to see each mencholy alteration;
and, agonising, curse the time and pce
when ye begat the base degen'rate race!
nae nger rev'reheir try's glory,
in pin braid scots hold forth a pin braid story;
nae hrifty citizens, an' douce,
meet oint, or in the cil-house;
but staumrel, corky-headed, graceles
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