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Ye're richt weel buskit, yer poke is fu', / Ye ride i' yer ain machine; / 'Twould tak a fule to hae words wi' you / An' no ken the gowk he's been.
At rowp or preachin' the best ye'll hae, / This warld or the neist ane's gear, / The breist[5] o' the laft on a Sawbath day, / Or a seat by the auctioneer.