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To a Louse

Robert Burns · 1786 · 48 lines

“O wad some Power the giftie gie us”

Printed in older editions as To A Louse, On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church.

Burns sits in church behind a well-dressed woman and watches a louse climb her bonnet. Forty-eight lines of delighted mock outrage at the insect for not knowing its place, and then the last stanza, which everyone quotes and which is aimed squarely at the reader: if we could see ourselves as others see us, it would cure a great deal.

Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?

Your impudence protects you sairly;

I canna say but ye strunt rarely,

Owre gauze and lace;

Tho’, faith! I fear ye dine but sparely

On sic a place.

Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,

Detested, shunn’d by saunt an’ sinner,

How daur ye set your fit upon her—

Sae fine a lady?

Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner

On some poor body.

Swith! in some beggar’s haffet squattle;

There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,

Wi’ ither kindred, jumping cattle,

In shoals and nations;

Whaur horn nor bane ne’er daur unsettle

Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye’re out o’ sight,

Below the fatt’rels, snug and tight;

Na, faith ye yet! ye’ll no be right,

Till ye’ve got on it—

The verra tapmost, tow’rin height

O’ Miss’ bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,

As plump an’ grey as ony groset:

O for some rank, mercurial rozet,

Or fell, red smeddum,

I’d gie you sic a hearty dose o’t,

Wad dress your droddum.

I wad na been surpris’d to spy

You on an auld wife’s flainen toy;

Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy,

On’s wyliecoat;

But Miss’ fine Lunardi! fye!

How daur ye do’t?

O Jeany, dinna toss your head,

An’ set your beauties a’ abread!

Ye little ken what cursed speed

The blastie’s makin:

Thae winks an’ finger-ends, I dread,

Are notice takin.

O wad some Power the giftie gie us

To see oursels as ithers see us!

It wad frae mony a blunder free us,

An’ foolish notion:

What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,

An’ ev’n devotion!

The Scots in this one

49 words, from the glossary Burns's own editions carried. On a wide screen these also sit in the margin beside the line they belong to; on a small one, tap any dotted word.

whaur
where
gaun
going
crowlin
crawling
ferlie
ferly, a wonder
canna
can not
strunt
to strut, to swagger
owre
over, too
sic
such
wonner
a wonder
saunt
saint
an'
and
daur
dare
fit
foot
sae
so
gae
gave
body
bodie, a person
swith
haste; off and away
haffet
hauffet, the temple, the side of the head
squattle
to squat; to settle
sprattle
scramble
wi'
with
ither
other, another
horn
a horn spoon; a comb of horn
bane
bone
haud
to hold, to keep
o'
of
na
nae, no, not
till
to, until
tapmost
topmost
bauld
bold
rozet
resin
fell
keen, biting, cruel
smeddum
a powder
gie
to give
o't
of it
wad
would
droddum
the breech
auld
old
aiblins
perhaps
bit
small (e.g., bit lassie)
wyliecoat
undervest
lunardi
a balloon bonnet
dinna
do not
a'
all
abread
abroad
ken
to know
thae
those
giftie
dim. of gift
frae
from