Be't whiskey gill, or penny wheep, By night or day. XX. The lads and lasses blithely bent On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk, An' formin assignations To meet some day. XXI. But now the L-d's ain trumpet touts, An' echoes back return the shouts; His piercing words, like Highland swords Divide the joints and marrow; His talk o' Hell, where devils dwell, Our vera sauls does harrow * Wï' fright that day. XXII. A vest, unbottom❜d boundless pit, Shakspeare's Hamlet. Wha's ragin flame, an' scorchin heat, An' think they hear it roarin, XXIII. "Twad be owre lang a tale to tell, An' how they crowded to the yill, An' cheese an' bread, frae women's laps, An' dawds that day. XXIV. In comes a gaucie, gash guidwife, XXV. Waesucks! for him that gets no lass Or lasses that hae naething! Sma' need has he to say a grace, On sic a day! عله XXVI. Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattlin tow, Some swagger hame the best they dow, Some wait the afternoon. At slaps the billies halt a blink, Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, For crack that day. XXVII. How monie heats this day converts, O' sinners and o' lasses! Their hearts o' stane, gin night are gane, As saft as onie flesh is. There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy; An' monie jobs that day begin, THE ORDINATION. For sense they little owe to frugal Heav'n -- I. KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an' claw Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' a', For joy his day. II. Curst Common Sense, that imp o' hell, But O An' R — This day, M' aft made her yell, sair misca'd her; takes the flail, An' he's the boy will blaud her! An' set the bairns to daud her Wi' dirt this day. * Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission "the late reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk. III. Mak haste an' turn King David owre, An' lilt wi' holy clangor; O' double verse come gie us four, This day the Kirk kicks up a stoure, And gloriously she'll whang her IV. Come, let a proper text be read, How graceless Ham* leugh at his Dad, Or Zipporah, † the scaulding jade, Was like a bluidy tiger I' the inn that day V. There, try his mettle on the creed, And bind him down wi' caution, That Stipend is a carnal weed * Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22. * |