John Skinner

“ Unstain'd by any vicious blot!
And may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the dirty, fawning fool,
Who wants to be oppression's tool,
May envy gnaw his rotten soul,
And discontent devour him! ”

“ I tuned my pipe, and pleased myself wi' John o' Badenyon.
Now in the days of youthful prime, a mistress I must find;
For love, they say, gives one an air, and ev'n improves the mind
On Phillis fair, above the rest, kind fortune fix'd mine eyes ”

“ I thought I should be wiser next, and would a patriot turn,
Began to doat on Johnie Wilkes, and cry'd up parson Horne;
Their noble spirit I admir'd, and praised their noble zeal,
Who had, with flaming tongue and pen, maintain'd the public weal. ”