Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibour's fauts and folly! faults
Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill, well-going
Supplied wi' store o' water:
The heapet happer's ebbing still, hopper
An' still the clap plays clatter! clapper
Hear me, ye venerable core, company
As counsel for poor mortals
That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door, sedate
For glaikit Folly's portals; giddy