Monday, 6 September 2010
To a Louse
To a LouseHa! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!Your impudence protects you sairly:I canna say but ye strunt rarelyOwre gauze and lace;Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparelyOn sic a place.Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,Detested, shunned 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 haffet
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