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gnaw your nails, an' curse your folly sairly, that e'er ye brak diana's pales, or rattl'd dice wi' charlie by night or day. yet aft a ragged cowt's been known, to mak a noble aiver; so, ye may doucely fill the throne, for a'their clish-ma-claver: there, him at agincourt wha shone, few better were or braver: a, wi' funny, queer sir john, he was an unco shaver for mony a day. for yht rev'rend osnaburg, s the lawn-sleeve sweeter, altho' a ribbon at y wad been a dress pleter: as ye disown yon paughty dog, that bears the keys of peter, then swith! a a wife to hug, or trowth, ye'll staire some luckless day! young, royal tarry-breeks, i learn, ye've lately e athwart her— a glorious galley, stem and stern, weel rigg'd for venus' barter; but first hang out, that she'll dis, your hymeneal charter; then heave aboard yrapple airn, an' large upon her quarter, e full that day. ye, lastly, bonie blossoms a', ye royal lasses dainty, heav'n mak you guid as well as braw, an' gie you lads a-plenty! but sneer na british boys awa! for kings are unco st aye, an' germales are but sma', they're better just than want aye on ony day. gad bless you a'! sider now, ye're unuckle dautit; but ere the course o' life be through, it may be bitter sautit: an' i hae seen their coggie fou, that yet hae tarrow't at it. but or the day was done, i trow, the laggen they hae clautit fu' that day.