Ye ugly, creepin, blaftit wonner, Detested, fhunn'd by faunt an' finner, How dare ye fet your fit upon her, Sae fine a Lady! Gae fomewhere else and feek your dinner, Swith, in some beggar's haffet fquattle; There ye may creep, and fprawl, and fprattle 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, Below the fatt'rils, fnug an' tight; Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right 1 Till ye've got on it, The vera tapmoft, tow'ring height O' Mifs's bonnet. My My footh right bauld ye fet your nofe out, As plump and gray as onie grozet; O for fome rank, mercurial rozet, Or fell, red fmeddum, I'd gie you fic a hearty doze o't, Wad drefs your droddum! You on an auld wife's flainen toy; Or aiblins fome bit duddie boy, On's wyliecoat; But Mifs's fine Lunardi! fie, How daur ye do't! O, Jenny, dinna tofs your head, An' fet your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blaftie's makin! Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread, Are notice takin! O wad fome Pow'r the giftie gie us To see ourselves as others fee us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion: What airs in drefs an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n Devotion ! ADDRESS ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH. I. EDINA! Scotia's darling seat ! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a Monarch's feet Sat Legislation's fov'reign pow'rs! From From marking wildly-fcatt'red flow'rs, II. Here Wealth ftill fwells the golden tide, Bids elegance and fplendor rife; Here Justice, from her native skies, Seeks Science in her coy abode, |