And speakin’ here, and scoffin’ there
Wi’ great and sma’,
O L—— confound them everywhere,
Ilk ane an a’.
But yet, O L——, confess I must,
I’m fash’d wi’ mad, ambitious lust,
Since me the doited fules still trust,
Thro’ thick an’ thin;
Sae I rave on, L——, I’m but dust,
Forgie my sin.