Classic Poem

Knedneuch land
And a loppert sea
And a lift like a blue-douped
Mawkin'-flee.

I'm famished, but fegs!
What's here for a man
But a wheen rubbish that's lain
Sin' Time began?

The sun has a goût
And the mune's hairy-mouldit,
And wha but auld Daith
Has a stummack to hold it?

I'll thraw the lot oot
And lippen to get fresh,
For the sicht o'ts eneuch
To turn my soul nesh!