*Horace In Scots*

Kirsty, ye besom! auld an' grey, Peer Sandy's wrunkled kimmer, Death's at your elbuck, cease to play Baith hame an' furth the limmer.

Ongauns like yours lads weel may fleg Fae lasses a' thegither; Tibbie may fling a wanton leg Would ill set you her mither.

She Anra's bothy sneck may tirl An' loup like ony filly; Love stirs her as the pipers' skirl Some kiltit Hielan' billie.

Nane pledge or bring you posies noo; Auld wives nae trumps set strummin', For runts like you the Cabrach woo'-- It's time your wheel was bummin'.