'Tis equal to her Ladyship or me,
A copper Otho, or a Scotch Baubee.
Without Italian, or without an ear,
To Bononcini's musick I adhere:
Musick has charms to sooth a savage beast,
And therefore proper at a Sheriff's feast.
My soul has oft a secret pleasure found,
In the harmonious Bagpipe's lofty sound.
Bagpipes for men, shrill German-flutes for boys,
I'm English born, and love a grumbling noise.