Hair comb'd with art, as sleek as mouse does lie ;
Pomatum fumes, sweet-scented round them fly.
The plaister'd pyramid aloft doth rear,
And powder'd wings, expanded,
fly in air !
A load of hair hangs tumbling on the back,
Which vaunts in size
with muckle Sawny's pack.
Would you not laugh to see these frightful
Beneath blue bonnets, and o'er chequer'd plaids ?
the loons should lengthen their long jaws
With French toupees,
Scot, nae Sootheron knaws !
Children unborn such portaits will
They'll lift their hands, and turn away their eyes !
dads deep learn'd in monkey tricks,
But sucking babes in all their
Yet let it none but macaronies stain,
in George the third's mad fluctuating reign.