But there's muckle that's only for our own selves to correct, and until that's done let's leave the others lie.
It's as if a man waur sair distressed because his toon was a dirty toon.

He'd be thinking of hoo it must look when strangers came riding through it in their motor cars.

And he'd aye be talking of what a bad toon it was he dwelt in; how shiftless, how untidy.

And a' the time, mind you, his ain front yard would be full o' weeds, and the grass no cut, and papers and litter o' a' sorts aboot.
Weel, is it no better for that man to clean his ain front yard first?
Then there'll be aye ane gude spot for strangers to see.

And there'll be the example for his neighbors, too.