your factors, grieves, trustees, and bailies,

i canna say but they do gaylies;

theyy aside a' tender mercies,

an' tirl the hallions to the birses;

yet while they're only poind't and herriet,

they'll keep their stubborn hignd spirit:

but smash them! crash them a' to spails,

an' rot the dyvors i' the jails!

the young dogs, swinge them to thebour;

let wark an' hunger mak them sober!

the hizzies, if they're aughtlins fawsont,

let them in druryne be lesson'd!

an' if the wives an' dirty brats

e in at your doors an' yetts,

ffin wi' duds, an' grey wi' beas',

frightin away your ducks an' geese;

get out a horsewhip or a jowler,

thengest thong, the fiercest growler,

an' gar the tatter'd gypsies pack

wi' a' their bastards on their back!

go on, my lord! ing to meet you,

an' in my house at hame to greet you;

wi' mon lords ye shanna mingle,

the benmost neuk beside the ingle,

at my right han' assigned your seat,

'tween herod's hip an' polycrate:

or if you on your station tarrow,

between almagro and pizarro,

a seat, i'm sure ye're well deservin't;

an' till ye e—your humble servant,

beelzebub.

june 1st, anno mundi, 5790.