A collection of scots poems on several occasions by the late Mr. Alexander Pennecuik, Gent. And Others |
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On the Downfal of Thomas Butter's Nose in the Month of June. |
 | A collection of scots poems on several occasions |  |
On the Downfal of Thomas Butter's Nose in the Month of June.
Tom was sae subtile, and sae fu' o'greed,Nae man could lick the butter aff his bread;
But pox on harlot women, his disgrace,
They lick'd a nose of butter aff his face.
It did na' take lang time to this mishap,
No, no, the bitches did it in a Clap.
Who devil took this nose that came away?
Not God!—for he made noses all of clay;
And clay grows harder by the summer sun;
But Butter-noses must melt down in June.
| A collection of scots poems on several occasions | |