Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Extemporaneous Effusion

Extemporaneous Effusion

On being appointed to an Excise division.

 Searching auld wives' barrels,
Ochon the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels:
But—what'll ye say?
These movin' things ca'd wives an' weans,
Wad move the very hearts o' stanes!