Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion,
And worried ither in diversion;
Until wi' daffin' weary grown, merriment
Upon a knowe they sat them down, knoll
And there began a lang digression
About the lords of the creation.
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I've aften wonder'd, honest Luath,
What sort o' life poor dogs like you have;
An' when the gentry's life I saw,