Ye ugly, creepin, blaftit wonner, Detefted, fhunn'd by faunt an' finner, How dare ye fet your fit upon her,

Sae fine a Lady!

Gae fomewhere elfe and feek your dinner,
On fome poor body.

Swith, in fome beggar's haffet fquattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,

In fhoals and nations;

Whare born nor bane ne'er dare unfettle

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

Till ye've got on it,

The vera tapmoft, tow'ring height

My footh right bauld ye set 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!

I wad na been furpris'd to spy 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 curfed fpeed

The blaftie's makin!

Thae

Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,

Are notice takin!

O wad fome Pow'r the giftie gie us To fee our fels 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

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EDINBURGH.

I.

EDINA! Scotia's darling feat!

All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a Monarch's feet

Sat Legiflation's fov'reign pow'rs!

From

From marking wildly-fcatt'red flow'rs,
As on the banks of Ayr Iftray'd,

And finging, lone, the ling'ring hours,
I fhelter in thy honor'd fhade.

11.

Here Wealth ftill fwells the golden tide,
As bufy Trade his labours plies;
There Architecture's noble pride

Bids elegance and splendor rise;
Here Juftice, from her native skies,
High wields her balance and her rod;
There Learning, with his eagle eyes,

Seeks Science in her coy abode.

Thy Sons, Edina, focial, kind,

With open arms the Stranger hail;