Tae read that same.
An’ nocht but bum-clocks[59] at the best
Wi’ shinin’ coats o’ amber drest;
Och! what o’ that? their tones but test!
Sic dandie dummies!
Lyin’ in braw boxes at their rest,
Row’d up like mummies.
For a’ the sprees ye hae been at,
Haech! nae sic guide-ship e’er ye gat,
But took your chance tho’ it was wat,