Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely Owre gauze and lace, Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place. Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunn'd by saunt an sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her-- Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body. Swith! in some beggar's hauffet squattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle; Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle; In shoals and nations; Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle Your...