Tag: to a louse

Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?  Your impudence protects you sairly;  I canna say but ye strunt rarely,  Owre gauze and lace;  Tho’, faith! I fear ye dine but sparely  On sic a place.  Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,  Detested, shunn’d by saunt an’ sinner,  How daur ye set your fit upon her-  Sae fine a lady?  Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner  On some poor body. —Robert Burns…