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Ye'd winder, when creation's plan / Seems sae acceptable to man, / And the Creator, in His power, / Made brute an' bird, an' fruit an' flower; / When e'en the wasps that bigg their bike / An' clocks[15] an' golachs, an' the like / O' a' yon vairmin has their use, / What gar'd Him fashion Bailie Bruce?
He couldna thole to see a wean / Wheepin' his pearie[16] on the green, / Nae sweethe'rts coorted but he saw / Auld Homie's tail ahint the twa.