Tho' e'er sae puir; so poor
Na, even tho' limpin wi' the spavie spavin
Frae door to door!
Once more, half scolding, half flattering:
Ye glaikit, gleesome, dainty damies, giddy
Wha by Castalia's wimplin streamies winding
Lowp, sing, and lave your pretty limbies, Dance
Ye ken, ye ken,
That strang necessity supreme is
'Mang sons o' men.