Lowns baith! but I think I hae plac’d her,
Now on her side,
My coming here has not disgrac’d her,
At the Yule-tide.
An’ for yoursell, ye dare na look
Hereafter ever on a book,
Your mou’ about the psalms to crook;
Ye’ve play’d the fool,
Anither now your post maun bruik,
An’ you the stool.