And owre the kailyaird-wa’ Dunbar they’ve flung,
And a’ their countrymen that e’er ha’e sung
For ither than ploomen’s lugs or to enrichen
Plots on Parnassus set apairt for kitchen.
Ploomen and ploomen’s wives—shades o’ the Manse
May weel be at the heid o’ sic a dance,
As through the polish’t ha’s o’ Europe leads
The rout o’ bagpipes, haggis, and sheep’s heids!
The vandal Scot! Frae Branksome’s deidly barrow
I struggle yet to free a’e winsome marrow,