text:  "Jockey whose manly high-bon'd cheeks to crown With freckles spotted flam'd the golden down With meikle art could on the bagpipes play Ev'n from the rising to the setting day: Sawney as long without remorse could bawl Home's madrigals and ditties from Fingal: Oft at his strains all natural tho' rude The Highland lass forgot her want of food; And whilst she scratch'd her lover into rest Sunk pleas'd tho' hungry on her Sawney's breast