me loup,
while, raving mad, i wish a heckle
were in their doup!
in a' the numerous human dools,
ill hairsts, daft bargains, cutty stools,
or worthy frien's rak'd i' the mools,—
sad sight to see!
the tricks o' knaves, or fash o'fools,
thou bear'st the gree!
where'er that pce be priests ca' hell,
where a' the tones o' misery yell,
an' ranked pgues their ell,
in dreadfu' raw,
thou, toothache, surely bear'st the bell,
amang them a'!
o thou grim, mischief-making chiel,
tha
Address To The Toothache(2/3)