Obstruction’s han’ maun e’en be borne
Until thou lift it.
L——, bless my followers in this place,
Puir goavan coofs—a haverel race
Led by the nose—but curse the face
And blast the name
O’ Northcote’s crew; bring them disgrace
An’ public shame.
L——, mind Rab Salisbury’s deserts,
He flouts and jeers, by fits and stairts,