address to the toothache
y curse upon your veno&039;d stang,
that shoots y tortur&039;d gus ang,
an&039; thro&039; y g gies ony a ang,
wi&039; gnag venance,
tearg y nerves wi&039; bitter pang,
like rackg enges!
when fevers burn, or argues freezes,
rheuatics gnaw, or lics seezes,
our neibor&039;s sypathy can ease ,
wi&039; pityg oan;
but thee—thou hell o&039; a&039; diseases—
aye ocks our groan
adown y beard the svers trickle
i throw the wee stools o&039;er the ickle,
while round the fire the giglets keckle,
to see loup,
while, ravg ad, i wish a heckle
were their doup!
a&039; the nuro huan dools,
ill hairsts, daft bargas, cutty stools,
or worthy frien&039;s rak&039;d i&039; the ools,—
sad sight to see!
the tricks o&039; knaves, or fash o&039;fools,
thou bear&039;st the gree!
where&039;er that pce be priests ca&039; hell,
where a&039; the tones o&039; isery yell,
an&039; ranked pgues their nubers tell,
dreadfu&039; raw,
thou, toothache, surely bear&039;st the bell,
aang the a&039;!
o thou gri, ischief-akg chiel,
that gars the notes o&039; disrd seel,
till daft ankd aft dance a reel
gore, a shoe-thick,
gie a&039; the faes o&039; stnd&039;s weal
a townond&039;s toothache!
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