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All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
For sense they little owe to frugal heav'n-
An' pour your creeshie nations ;
Of a denominations ;
An' there tak up your stations ;
For joy this day.
Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder* ;
An' R***** sair misca'd her;
Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh kirk.
This day M******** takes the flail,
And he's the boy will blaud her!
Wi’ dirt this day,
An' lilt wi' holy clangour;
An' skirl up the Bangor :
Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her,
Wi' pith this day.
IV. Come, let a proper text be read,
An' touch it aff wi' vigour, How graceless Ham* leugh at his dad,
Which made Canaan a niger ; Or Phineast drove the murdering blade,
Wi' wh-re-abhorring rigour; Or Zipporaht, the scauldin jad, Was like a bluidy tiger
I'th' inn that day.
And bind him down wi' caution,
He taks but for the fashion ;
And punish each transgression ;
Spare them nae day.
Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22.
Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25.
And toss thy horns fu' canty ;
Because thy pasture's scanty ;
Shall fill thy crib in plenty,
But ilka day.
To think upon our Zion ;
Like baby-clouts a-dryin :
And o'er the thairms be tryin; 0, rare ! to see our elbucks wheep, An'a' like lamb-tails flyin
Fu’ fast this day!
VIII. Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn,
Has shor'd the kirk's undoin,
Has proven to its ruin:
He saw mischief was brewin;
And sound this day.
But steek your gab for ever :
For there they'll think you clever ; Or, nae reflection on your lear,
Ye may commence a shaver; Or to the N-th-rt-n repair, And turn a carpet-weaver
Aff-hand this day.
We never had sic twa drones :
Just like a winkin baudrons :
To fry them in his caudrons :
Fast, fast this day.
She's swingein thro’ the city ;
I vow its unco pretty : There, Learning, with his Greekish face,
Grunts out some Latin ditty; And Common Sense is
gaun, To mak to Jamie Beattie
Her plaint this day.
Embracing all opinions ;
Between his twa companions ;
As ane were peelin onions !
Henceforth this day.
Come bouse about the porter !
Shall here nae mair find quarter: M*******, R*****, are the boys,
That Heresy can torture; They'll gie her on a rape a hoyse, And cow her measure shorter
By th' head some day,
And here's, for a conclusion,
From this time forth, confusion :
Or patronage intrusion,
Like oil, some day.
TO THE REV. Mr.
" And they
On his text, Malachi, ch. iv. ver. 2.
shall go forth, and grow up, like calves of the stall."
Right, sir, your text I'll prove it true,
Though heretics may laugh ;
God knows, an unco calf!
As bless you wi’ a kirk,
Ye're still as great a stirk.
Shall ever be your lot,
You e'er should be a stot !
Your but-and-ben adorns,
A noble head of horns.
New-light is a cant phrase, in the west of ScotJand, for those religious opinions which Dr. Taylor of Norwich bas defended so strenuously. Vol. III.