h was stalking round with anxious search,
spying the time-worn fws in every arch;
it c'd his new-e neibor took his e'e,
and e'en a vexed and angry heart had he!
wi' thieveless so see his modish mien,
he, dower, gies him this guid-e'en:—
auld brig
“i doubt na, frien', ye'll think ye're nae sheepshank,
ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank!
but gin ye be a brig as auld as me—
tho' faith, that date, i doubt, ye'll never see—
there'll be, if that day e, i'll wad a boddle,
some fewer whigmaleeries in your nod
The Brigs Of Ayr(8/20)