Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' a', For joy this day. Curst Common-sense, that imp o' hell, Mak haste an' turn king David owre, O' double verse come gie us four, This day the kirk kicks up a stoure, For Heresy is in her pow'r, An' gloriously shall whang her Wi' pith this day. Come, let a proper text be read, An' touch it aff wi' vigour, How graceless Ham2 leugh at his Dad, 1 Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk. 2 Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22. Or Phineas3 drove the murdering blade, I' th' inn that day. There, try his mettle on the creed, Spare them nae day. Now, auld Kilmarnock, cock thy tail, Nae mair thou'lt rowte out-owre the dale, Because thy pasture's scanty; For lapfu's large o' gospel kail Shall fill thy crib in plenty, An' runts o' grace the pick and wale, No gi'en by way o' dainty, But ilka day. Nae mair by Babel's streams we'll weep, To think upon our Zion; And hing our fiddles up to sleep, Like baby-clouts a-dryin: Come, screw the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep, Oh, rare! to see our elbucks wheep, An' a' like lamb-tails flyin Fu' fast this day! 3 Numbers, ch. xxv. ver. 8. Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25. Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn, Our Patron, honest man! Glencairn, Now R******* And sound this day. harangue nae mair, M** Aff-hand this day. ***** and you were just a match, We never had sic twa drones: Auld Hornie did the Laigh Kirk watch, Just like a winkin baudrons : An' aye he catch'd the tither wretch, To fry them in his caudrons: But now his honour, maun detach, Wi' a' his brimstane squadrons, Fast, fast this day. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes Hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays! There, Learning, wi' his Greekish face, An' Common Sense is gaun, she says, Her plaint this day. But there's Morality himsel, Embracing a' opinions; Hear, how he gies the tither yell, Now there-they're packed aff to hell, Henceforth this day. O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! Shall here nae mair find quarter: They'll gie her on a rape a hoyse, By th' head some day. Come, bring the tither mutchkin in, 5 New Light is a cant phrase, in the West of Scotland, for those religious opinions which Dr. Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously. If mair they deave us wi' their din, We'll light a spunk, and, ev'ry skin, Like oil, some day, THE CALF. To the Rev. Mr. ON HIS TEXT, MALACHI, CH. IV. VER. 2. And they shall go forth, and grow up, like calves of the stall.' RIGHT, Sir! your text I'll prove it true, And should some Patron be so kind, But, if the Lover's raptur'd hour Forbid it, ev'ry heavenly Power, Tho', when some kind, connubial Dear, The like has been that you may wear |