Extemporaneous Effusion on Being Appointed to the Excise, An

Searching auld wives' barrels,
Ochon, the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels;
But — what'll ye say!
These muvin' things ca'd wives and weans
Wad muve the very hearts o' stanes!
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