Our neebors sympathize to ease us But thee!-thou hell o' a' diseases, Of a' the num'rous human dools, The tricks o' knaves, or fash o' fools, Whare'er that place be priests ca' hell, Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st the bell O thou grim, mischief-making chiel, In gore a shoe-thick; Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal A towmond's toothache! Robert Burns PRIOR TO MISS BELLE'S APPEARANCE What makes you come here fer, Mister, So much to our house? Say? Come to see our big sister! An' Charley he says 'at you kissed her An' he ketched you, thuther day! Didn' you, Charley? - But we p'omised Belle And crossed our heart to never to tell · 'Cause she gived us some o' them-er Chawk'lut-drops 'at you bringed to her! Charley he's my little b'uther An' we has a-mostest fun, |