Sorrows o’ Satan! Aye, good lack!
’Tis bad to paint ye owre black;
But thus whitewash ye! Oh! quack! quack!
His truest “sorrow”
Satan from the she-scribbler’s knack
Must surely borrow.
Weel, fare-ye-weel, Auld Nickie-Ben!
Ye’ve borne some wrangs at hands o’ men,
But frae the writing-woman’s pen,
She-poet-prophet,