The joy can scarcely reach the heart.
The men cast out in party matches, quarrel
Then sowther a' in deep debauches: solder
Ae night they're mad wi' drink and whoring, One
Neist day their life is past enduring. Next
The ladies arm-in-arm, in clusters,
As great and gracious a' as sisters;
But hear their absent thoughts o' ither,
They're a' run de'ils and jades thegither. downright
Whyles, owre the wee bit cup and platie,