But wi’ the blust’ring outcasts dwell
Outlaw’d by fate.
Yet here I’m i’ the highest station,
To prove the power o’ thy salvation,
I’m noo the bulwark o’ the nation,
Strong as a rock,
Head maister o’ tergiversation
’Mang a’ the flock.
O L——, thou kens what zeal I bear,
When Liberals fyke, and Tories swear,