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/ Doon in the placie I hae my hame / We're an ill-daein' pack o' deils, / For ilk ane gangs a gait o' his ain / An the lave play yap at his heels. / It's argy-bargy-awfu' wark! / An' whiles we come to blows / Till a man's ill-natur' lappers his sark / As it sypes awa' frae his nose.
The rizzon o't's no' far to seek, / I'll tell ye plump an' plain, / We ken oor neebours' business best- / The Deil may hae oor ain! / The wricht's a billy for settin' banes, / The meenister deals in pills, / The doctor thinks his gift's to preach / An' the pollisman mak's oor wills!
There's whiles I think we're waur than maist, / There's whiles I dinna ken, / A raw o' neeps is no' a' like / An' why look for't in men? / Sae gin ye get your birse set up / By some dour cankert carle, / Content yersel'! For min' it tak's / A' kin's to mak' a warl'!