Despise that shrimp, that wither'd imp,
Wi' a' his noise an' caperin';
An' tak a share wi' those that bear
The budget and the apron; tool-bag
And, by that stoup, my faith an' houp! hope
And by that dear Kilbaigie, a kind of whisky
If e'er ye want, or meet wi' scant, dearth
May I ne'er weet my craigie. wet, throat
Recitativo
The caird prevail'd—th' unblushing fair