I’ place o’ lips wi’ bliss atween—
Twae gums wad gar a corby scunner;
I’ place o’ broo an’ throat o’ sna’
An’ bosom fraucht wi’ sweet emotion—
A face an’ figur’ ’passin’ a’
The gruesomeness o’ earth or ocean.
An’ sic a tongue—Gude guide a’ weel!—
She lows’t on me—sic fearfu’ flytin’!—
I’ sic a voice—half craik, half squeel—
Wi’ jeers an’ jibes braid, bitter bitin’.