They werena just true—but what o’ that?
We a’ hae oor ain trade tricks, sirs.
Chorus—For the barrin’ o’ oor door, &c.
Scandals we spread owre a’ the toon
Against the ladies’ guid fame, sirs;
We drove them frae the Infirmary gate,
Though some citizen fools cried “Shame,” sirs.
Chorus—For the barrin’ o’ oor door, &c.
But they lived a’ scurrilous scandals doon
Wi’ true feminine perversity—