Here Aboots.

Doon in the placie I hae my hame     We're an ill-daein' pack o' deils,     For ilk ane gangs a gait o' his ain     An the lave play yap at his heels.     It's argy-bargy-awfu' wark!     An' whiles we come to blows     Till a man's ill-natur' lappers his sark     As it sypes awa' frae his nose.     The rizzon o't's no' far to seek,     I'll tell ye plump an' plain,     We ken oor neebours' business best-     The Deil may hae oor ain!     The wricht's a billy for settin' banes,     The meenister deals in pills,     The doctor thinks his gift's to preach     An' the pollisman mak's oor wills!     There's whiles I think we're waur than maist,     There's whiles I dinna ken,     A raw o' neeps is no' a' like     An' why look for't in men?     Sae gin ye get your birse set up     By some dour cankert carle,     Content yersel'! For min' it tak's     A' kin's to mak' a warl'!