As round the fire the giglets keckle
To see me loup;
While, raving mad, I wish a heckle
Were in their doup.
O’ a’ the numerous human dools,
Ill har’sts, daft bargains, cutty-stools,
Or worthy friends raked i’ the mools,
Sad sight to see!
The tricks o’ knaves or fash o’ fools,
Thou bear’st the gree.