An' faith! he'll waur me. worst
‘Ye ken Jock Hornbook i' the clachan—village
Deil mak his king's-hood in a spleuchan! second stomach, tobacco pouch
(Author of Domestic Medicine)
He's grown sae well acquaint wi' Buchan
An' ither chaps,
The weans haud out their fingers laughin', children
And pouk my hips. poke
‘See, here's a scythe, and there's a dart—
They hae pierc'd mony a gallant heart;
But Doctor Hornbook, wi' his art