AN UNPUBLISHED OPERA.

Afore the woodwele, owre the brere,
Shall-lanely toot, " Sic' bodies were, "
Foreslow they daft unmaklye loons,
Wha're fettled weel to chow their spoons:
Owre fat for wark, too lang they steal
Fra' sair-toil'd folk their claes and meal.