THE COUNTRY-MAN'S hue AND CRY, Against HIGH HEADS and MASKED FACES.  
Or, his Sentiments of the vain Apparel of the female Sex, which He told to his Wife; (And He might as well have told all the town Hens.)  
To the Tune of Gaberluingie Man.  

TO Edinburgh Town when he did come once,  
At first blink he espied some ones,  
Who high upon thein Snout did wear things,  
And at their Lugs he saw gold earrings;  
At which the Man was so amazed,  
He in their Faces stared and gazed;  
All that they wore right well he notes,  
How they had fringes at their Coats,  
All which He to his wife rehearses,  
And then He writes these following Verses.   

AS I came up the Gate the streen,  
of gamphral Gackies I saw a whien,  
grofly guess for what they green,  
Although I do not speak it.  
Warrant Ye may ken my Meaning,  
And what's the thing wowld staunch their greening.  
Together they their Heads were leaning,  
and up together briked.  
Tull loud they clink their Iron Clappers,  
Their bram Tails babbed all with Tatters;  
And ilk one to another patters,  
wha Meg, where has thou been?  
〈…〉 was to another titling,  
They leugh as Ye had been them kitling,  
It may be some of them bare a Little-are  
I seen as light a Green.  
Some in their lugs I think had Rings,  
They flightard all as they had Wings,  
Their ribbons, Scarfs, and other Things,  
about them fast did flitter;  
out their Tails were many fringes,  
And O, wow! what a Becks and beings,  
And ay their Tails the Casway cleinges  
when they trail through a Gutter.  
What means sick Tapies with side Tails?  
That through the Dubbs, and Gutters trails,  
And o'er the mires and Middings sails,  
to gang with Shoulders bare?  
Yea, some do gang with muzzled Faces,  
And on their Heads the leave wear laces,  
With bonny walies on other Places,  
what Pox wouldhave Ye have mair?  
The Fiends and their high Coble horn,  
〈◊〉 guess for what they so adorn,  
〈…〉 's e'en that they may get their Corn,  
fra some tight sturdy Fellow:  
Who'll trim their Bargains till a Mite,  
Him they will take great delight,  
tho' his Skin be not so white,  
but something coloured yellow.  
vow these gentlemen are gane glacked,  
●●at gangs so with their Shoulders naked,  
Fie! put them in an hurly  
and huie them down to Lieth:  
Pake ye their Hurdies with a Rung,  
Upon their Rigging gar it bung,  
Gar ye them fast till they grow clung,  
they'll not need pike their Teeth.  
More Speech of Ladies I'll sorbear,  
For I'll get little Thanks I fear,  
When this my Rhyme comes to their Ear,  
for what I've said already:  
Therefore to Servant-Lasses I  
My decent Speech will now apply,  
Their whole Deportment I'll survye,  
therefore adieu my Lady.   

OUr Servanr Lasses in Borrowstouns,  
Pox hate the half of them's but Louns,  
Tho' on their Arss they get bram Gowns,  
and Pearling on their Heads:  
We cannot ken them by the Lady,  
Tho' both their Minnie and their daddy  
For want of Food to starve be ready,  
they may not want their Beads.  
And Pearling as broad's both their Looves,  
Their Rings, their Glaickries, and their Gloves  
And dainty Pantons on their Hooves,  
with all their other Gear.   

YOur Tapster Lasses are so vain,  
Our Country Lads they do disdain,  
She'll vow and swear she will him brain,  
if he but come her near.  
Shame fa that Pride that comes of nought,  
I'm sure that gentry's is dear bought,  
They have nothing but what they sought,  
and begged from Door to Door;  
Shame fa sick stinking saucy Pride,  
The Deill himself cannot it 'bide,  
And is she not a bonny Bride  
a beggar and a whore!  
Yea, when some of their Fathers comes,  
(with leave) they'll turn about their Bums  
And look on Him like stinking Rums,  
if He some Bodles beg  
From Gentlemen, where they do gather,  
She'll say, go hence tike in a Tedder;  
She'll not let wit that He's Her father,  
Tho' she's His Daughter Megg,   

ANd Landwart Meggie the buer that mucks  
Ye will not trow how well she looks,  
When she comes out amongst the Foks,  
with all her goggles on;  
with Pearling bram called Mazarine,  
All hinging down between her e'en,  
She thinks the Lads will come be din,  
and follow Her a none.  
Her plaiding Coat as red's's a Rose,  
On her white Legs her dainty Hose,  
In Her black shoes full neat she goes,  
when she comes to the Casway.  
A dainty waistcoat on her Back,  
Her ●innen Apron as white as Chalk,  
Then with Her neighbours she can talk,  
that they are gay and gasie.  
A fine stuff Tail than she will have,  
And linen Cuffs and all the lave  
A Collerbody and that right brave,  
a Glove but and a Glove.  
Then ye may see beneath Her Chin,  
On Her white Baan a Broach of Tin,  
The posy of't it's like you'll find  
thou's A mine own my Love.  
Hold, hold, good Friends I pray you by 〈…〉  
For I forgot she had a played,  
Her bonny wallies all to hide,  
and keep Her from th● 〈…〉  
When this o 〈…〉 〈…〉  
Gone to the 〈…〉  
Bide still a 〈…〉  
all coming in a 〈…〉  
Then Jock, and Tam, 〈…〉  
To Megg and Jenny 〈…〉  
Into an alehouse th●● 〈…〉  
and that without 〈…〉  
Or else their Plaids 〈…〉  
So wickedly they'll 〈…〉  
Till they at length w● 〈…〉  
and to the Al-Hou●● 〈…〉  
When down about ae Board they 〈…〉  
A pint of good ale they will get,  
Wherewith thei●●hroats must all be wet  
that they may leak the better;  
Then they a talking fall belyve,  
At once ye'll ay hear four or five,  
But in this Case I'll no more dyve▪  
but Ale don gang like water.  
But bide a we ●efore they gang,  
The Slags and K 〈…〉 them among,  
Might be the Subject of a Sang  
if I had time to dite it:  
More of this Mater I'll forbear,  
And let them drink their ale and beer,  
For ye yourselves see that I here,  
have no more Room to write ●t.   
FINIS