Ye did present your smoutie phiz smutty
'Mang better folk,
An' sklented on the man of Uz squinted
Your spitefu' joke?
An' how ye gat him i' your thrall,
An' brak him out o' house an' hal', holding
While scabs an' blotches did him gall
Wi' bitter claw,
An' lows'd his ill-tongu'd wicked scaul, loosed, scold
Was warst ava? of all