All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Next follow'd Courage with his martial stride, A female form, came from the tow'rs of Stair: To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death; At sight of whom our sprites forgot their kindling wrath. THE ORDINATION. For sense they little owe to frugal heav'n- I. Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; Swith to the Laigh kirk, ane an' a', An' pour divine libations For joy this day. II. Curst Common-sense, that imp o' h-ll, Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder*; But O******* aft made her yell, 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, Wi' dirt this day. III. Mak haste an' turn king David owre, An' lilt wi' holy clangour; O' double verse come gie us four, An' skirl up the Bangor : This day the kirk kicks up a stoure, Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her, For Heresy is in her pow'r, And gloriously she'll whang her Wi' pith this day. IV. Come, let a proper text be read, How graceless Ham* leugh at his dad, I' th' inn that day. V. There, try his mettle on the creed, That stipend is a carnal weed He taks but for the fashion; Spare them nae day. * Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22. Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25. VI. Now, auld Kilmarnock, cock thy tail, Nae mair thou❜lt rowte out-owre the dale, For lapfu's large o' gospel kail An' runts o' grace the pick and wale, No gi'en by way o' dainty, But ilka day. VII. Na 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, O, rare! to see our elbucks wheep, Fu' fast this day! VIII. Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn, Our patron, honest man! Glencairn, And like a godly elect bairn, And sound this day. IX. Now, R******, harangue nae mair, But steek your gab for ever: Or, nae reflection on your lear, Aff-hand this day. X. M***** and you were just a match, And aye he catch'd the tither wretch, Fast, fast this day. XI. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes Hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays! There, Learning, with his Greekish face, And Common Sense is gaun, she says, Her plaint this day. XII. But there's Morality himsel, Embracing all opinions; Between his twa companions; Now there-they're packed aff to hell, Henceforth this day. XIII. O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! Come bouse about the porter! Shall here nae mair find quarter: And cow her measure shorter By th' head some day. XIV. Come, bring the tither mutchkin in, To every new light* mother's son, From this time forth, confusion: 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, For instance; there's yoursel just now, And should some patron be so kind I doubt na, sir, but then we'll find But, if the lover's raptur'd hour Tho', when some kind, connubial dear, The like has been, that you may wear A noble head of horns. *New-light is a cant phrase, in the west of Scotland, for those religious opinions which Dr. Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously. |