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While recollection's pow'r is given,
On seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church.
HA! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Owre gauze and lace ;
Ye ugly, creepin, blaftit wonner,
Sae fine a Lady!
On some poor body.
Swith, in some beggar's haffet fquattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and fpratile Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In fhoals and nations ; Whare born nor bane ne'er dare unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud you there, ye're out o' fight,
Till ye've got on it,
O' Miss's bonnet,
My footh ! right bauld ye
your As plump and gray as onie grozet; O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum, I'd gie you fic a hearty doze o't,
Wad dress your droddum!
I wad na been surpris'd to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy ; Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat; But Miss's fine Lunardi! fie,
How daur ye do't !
0, Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin ! Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin!