Lore has it that Burns espied a louse on a lady’s bonnet in church.<\/p>\n
“Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
\nYour impudence protects you sairly,
\nI canna say but ye strunt rarely
\nOwre gauze and lace,
\nThough faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
\nOn sic a place.<\/p>\n
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
\nDestested, shunn’d by saunt and sinner,
\nHow daur you ye set your fit upon her-
\nSae fine a lady!
\nGae somewhere else and seek your dinner
\nOn some poor body.<\/p>\n
Swith! in some beggar’s haffet sqattle:
\nThere ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
\nWi’ ither kindred, jumping cattle,
\nIn shoals and nations;
\nWhare horn nor bane ne’er daur unsettle
\nYour thick plantations.<\/p>\n
Now haud you there! ye’re out o’ sight,
\nBelow the fatt’rils, snug and tight;
\nNa faith ye yet! ye’ll no be right,
\nTill ye’ve got on it-
\nThe vera topmost, tow’ring height
\nO’ Miss’s bonnet.<\/p>\n
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
\nAs plump an’ grey as onie grozet:
\nO for some rank, mercurial rozet,
\nOr fell, red smeddum,
\nI’d gie ye sic a hearty dose o’t,
\nWad dress your droddum!<\/p>\n
I wad na been supris’d to spy
\nYou on an auld wife’s flainen toy;
\nOr aiblins some bit duddie boy,
\nOn’s wyliecoat;
\nBut Miss’s fine Lunardi! fye!
\nHow daur ye do’t?<\/p>\n
O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
\nAn’ set your beauties a’ abread!
\nYe little ken what cursed speed
\nThe blastie’s makin!
\nThae winks an’ finger-ends, I dread,
\nAre notice takin!<\/p>\n
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
\nTo see oursels as ithers see us!
\nIt wad frae monie a blunder free us,
\nAn’ foolish notion:
\nWhat airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
\nAn ev’n devotion!”
\n Robert Burns.
\nFeel the Burns.
\nIt can be difficult to fathom his idiom, still if you get,
\nsay, half of what he is saying, you’ll have a laugh.
\nIf you delve deeper you’ll experience wisdom.
\nIslander.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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