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Let ilka man look to himsel',
And set his ain biggin' in order ;
Draw water frae out his ain well,
And seek peace within his ain border.
HAUD THEM AT THE STAFF'S END.
Nae harum-scarum cliiels for me,
Nae roai'ing Rob the Ranters,
Wha's graceless wit, and godless glee
Bode naething but mishanters.
Om- modesty's our maiden crown,
Let every maiden wear it ;
And keep abeigh the graceless loon
Wha frae her head would tear it.
True modesty can put a mute
On wanton follies' fiddle ;
The roughest rogues e'er ran thereout,
Ken wha they daurna meddle.
If godliness bo your defence.
The rudest men will fear ye ;
Abash'd and fley'd— on nae pretence
Will impudence come near ye.

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