Till ye've got on it,
The very tapmost tow'ring height
O' Miss's bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump and gray as onie grozet; gooseberry
O for some rank mercurial rozet, rosin
Or fell red smeddum! deadly, dust
I'd gie you sic a hearty doze o't,
Wad dress your droddum! breech
I wad na been surpris'd to spy