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;er pegas&039; side ye ne&039;er id a stride,

ye but slt, an, the pce where he sh—t

poet willie! ye but slt an, the pce where he sh—t

barr steenie! barr steenie, what an ye, what an ye?

if ye ddle nae air wi&039; the atter,

ye ay hae pretence to havs and sense,

wi&039; people that ken ye nae better,

barr steenie! wi&039;people that ken ye nae better

jaie goose! jaie goose, ye ade but too roose,

huntg the wicked lieutenant;

but the doctor&039;s your ark, for the lord&039;s holy ark,

he has oper&039;d an&039; ca&039;d a wrang p &039;t,

jaie goose! he has oper&039;d an&039; ca&039;d a wrang p &039;t

davie bster! davie bster, for a sat ye do ter,

the rps is no nice o&039; recruits;

yet to worth let&039;s be jt, royal blood ye ight boast,

if the ass were the kg o&039; the brutes,

davie bster! if the ass were the kg o&039; the brutes

irve side! irve side, wi&039; your turkey-ck pride

of anhood but sa&039; is your share:

ye&039;ve the figure, &039;tis true, ev&039;n your foes will allow,

and your friends they dare grant you nae air,

irve side! and your friends they dare grant you nae air

uirnd jock! uirnd jock, when the lord akes a rock,

to crh on-sense for her ss;

if ill-anners were wit, there&039;s no ortal fit

to nfound the poor doctor at ance,

uirnd jock! to nfound the poor doctor at ance

andro gowk! andro gowk, ye ay snder the book,

an&039; the book nought the waur, let tell ye;

tho&039; ye&039;re rich, an&039; look big, yet, y by hat an&039; wig,

an&039; ye&039;ll hae a calf&039;s—had o&039; sa&039; vae,

andro gowk! ye&039;ll hae a calf&039;s head o&039; sa vae

daddy auld! daddy auld, there&039;a a tod the fauld,

a tod ikle waur than the clerk;

tho&039; ye do little skaith, ye&039;ll be at the death,

for gif ye can