LINES, On a country Justice, in
the South. __ WHAT gars yon gentry gang wi’ Jock, An’ ca’ him SIR, and MASTER? The greatest dunce, the biggest
block, That ever nature cuist her; Yet see, they’ve plac’d this
human stock Strict justice to dispense, Which plainly shews, yon meikle
fo’k Think siller
stands for sense. |