My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump anâ gray as onie grozet:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
Iâd gie you sic a hearty dose oât,
Wad dress your droddum!
I wad na been surprizâd to spy
You on an auld wifeâs flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On âs wylecoat;
But Missâs fine Lunardi, fye!
How daur ye do ât?