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!

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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