Address Of Beelzebub（2 / 3）

  far less—to riches, pow'r, or freedom,
  but what your lordship likes to gie them?
  but hear, my lord! glengarry, hear!
  your hand's owre light to them, i fear;
  your factors, grieves, trustees, and bailies,
  i canna say but they do gaylies;
  they lay aside a' tender mercies,
  an' tirl the hallions to the birses;
  yet while they're only poind't and herriet,
  they'll keep their stubborn highland spirit:
  but smash them! crash them a' to spails,
  an' rot the dyvors i' the jails!
  the young dogs, swinge them to the labour;
  let wark an' hunger mak them sober!
  the hizzies, if they're aughtlins fawsont,
  let them in drury-lane be lesson'd!
  an' if the wives an' dirty brats
  come thiggin at your doors an' yetts,
  flaffin wi' duds, an' grey wi' beas',
  frightin away your ducks an' geese;
  get out a horsewhip or a jowler,
  the langest thong, the fiercest growler,
  an' gar the tatter'd gypsies pack
  wi' a' their bastards on their back!
  go on, my lord! i lang to meet you,
  an' in my house at hame to greet you;
  wi' common lords ye shanna mingle,
  the benmost neuk beside the ingle,
  at my right han' assigned your seat,
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