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Stand still as others aft hae stood,
And count your gains.
I mourn, alas ! your ill-starred fate,
Will still ye blame;
And blast your name.
Ye stars in Caldstream's moral sky,
I'll no say where;
Their lingo there.
Eneugh, aye mair I will engage,
To heard sic crew
Till a' was blue.
Or Board, your Worships, I'm mistaken: In very wrath my nieve is shaken“What hae they dune,” they'll spier,” as makin',
Humbuggin', piddlin', Teazin' us till our souls are achin',
Our pouches diddlin'.
“Was not our toon as weel aforeAs trig, as clean, ay, rather more ? Shame on the credit o' the core
Wi' a' their power: Lord, send us soon, we now implore,
A rattlin' shower.
“ Commissioners, what but a name?
By jing, they'll find it
As I've divined it.
“Just twig yon strutting, harnessed toolYon counter-knighted fop and fool, 'Side Winter-face, wi' square and rule:
. I'd send the ganers Ance mair to Willie's skelpin' school
To mend their manners."
Doon wi' that duckdub, captious warlin', That hairbrained imp eternal snarlin', And blast yon cod-head, drouthy carlin',
He's but a blether; 'Twad suit him better, than sic quarr'llin',
To rax his leather.
Again, confound sic clitter clatters;
I'm sure they're saxty times your debtors;
And by the Act
The lawless pack.
By a'that's guid, lay on the rod,
To some appear-
The devils fear.
'Tis aye the readiest way to reason, When puir folk thus get out o' season: “What hae they dune ?"_blasphemy, treason
Yea, warse than that: By Jupiter, sirs, if ye please, sune
I'll show them what.
“What hae they dune ?” what hae they not?
Ye sons o’ bitches ?
Among sic wretches.
And which our "moral dub and loan”
Hence for sic benefits ilk lairdie,
In fleecing tussle ? 'Twas for your guid: refuse hoo daur ye
To pay the whistle ?
And mark the sanitary air
Just tak a sample-
As an example.
Just tak our ain, our famous street,
Our wrath to raise,
The meed o' praise.
Again, nae mair in public parts
And toil is o'er;
They were a bore.
Noo let your cart stand, if ye choose,
Baith keen and crouse ayeAfore our Court, let Mack disclose
Hoo they will souce ye.
Though gigs and coaches are excepted,
By sic a law ?
A fig for a' your worth and wit-
The ready tin,
Ye canna sin.
Be up, be zealous, richt or wrang,
The legless mere,
But gallop here.