To make himsel' look fair and fatter,
And clear the consequential sorrows,
Love-gifts of Carnival signoras.
For Britain's gude!—for her destruction!
Wi' dissipation, feud, and faction!
luath
Hech man! dear sirs! is that the gate way
They waste sae mony a braw estate?
Are we sae foughten and harass'd troubled
For gear to gang that gate at last? money, go, way