An scarted sair aboot the back,
But what tho’ tawdry ye’re ne’er slack
Tae lilt a spring[57]
Wi’ ony far fecht fancy crack
They e’er will bring.
In silk-lined cases ower the seas
Scrawled oot an’ in wi’ foreign lees
Aboot their S’s, scrolls, an’ C’s,[58]
An’ eke a name
Wad tak’ a child that’s ta’en degrees