*Horace In Scots*

Life an' love I'm by wi' a', Tho' I've had cause o' baith to brag; Hang dirk an' chanter on the wa', Nae mair I'll reive or squeeze the bag.

Whaur on the left my lantren gleams Weel gairdit by the sea-born queen, I lay my love an' war worn leems, Hae mony a midnicht tulzie seen.

O Venus, fae your island fair Wi' snawless mountains, hear an' help, Rax back your rung, an' ance--nae mair-- Gie saucy Meg a canny skelp.