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Then fevers arn, or agues freeze us, Rheumatics gnaw or cholics squeeze us, Our neibours sympathize to ease us, Wi' pitying mean; But thou-the hell o' a' diseases, They mock our groan.
O' a' the numerous human dools, Ill harsts, daft bargains, cutty-stools, Or worthy friends laid! i' the mools, Sail sight to see! The tricks o' knaves, or fash o' fools, Thou bear'st the gre
Whare'er that place be, priests ca' hell, Whar a' the tones o' mis'ry yell, And plagues in ranked number tell In deadly raw, Thou, Toothach, surely bear'st the bell; Aboon them a'.
O thou grim mischief-makin chiel, That gars the chords o' discord squeal, Till hunan-kind aft dance a reel In gore, a shoe-thick, Gae a' the faes o' Scotland's weel A towmord's toothacks
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