At slaps the billies halt a blink, For crack that day. XXVII. How monie hearts this day converts, O' sinners and o' lasses! Their hearts o' stane, gin night are gane, May end in Houghmagandie THE ORDINATION. For sense they little owre to frugal Heav'nTo please the Mob they hide the little giv'n. I. KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an' claw; pour your creeshie nations; An' An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations, Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' a', Then aff to B-gb-'s in a raw, An' pour divine libations For joy this day. II. Curst Common Sense, that imp o' h-ll, But O aft made her yell, An' R This day 'M sair misca'd her; takes the flail, And he's the boy will blaud her! An' set the bairns to daub her Wi' dirt this day. III. Mak haste an' turn King David owre Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her, An' gloriously she'll wang her Wi' pith this day. IV. Come, let a proper text be read, How graceless Ham* leugh at his Dad, Or Zipporaht, the scaulding jade, I thinn that day. *Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late reverend and worthy Mr. L, to the Laigh Kirk. Genesis, c. ix. ver. 22. Numbers, c. xxv. ver. 8. V. There, try his mettle on the creed, Spare them nae day. VI. Now auld Kilmarnock cock thy tail, For lapfu's large o' gospel kail An' runts o' grace the pick and wale, But ilka day. VII. Nae mair by Babel's streams we'll weep, And hing our fiddles up to sleep, Come screw the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep, Oh, rare! to see our elbucks wheep, Fu' fast this day! VIII. Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn, Our Patron, honest man! Glencairn, Now R And sound this day, IX. harangue nae mair, But steek your gab for ever: M And turn a carpet weaver Aff-hand this day. X. and you were just a match, We never had sic twa drones: Auld Hornie did the Laigh Kirk watch, XI. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes There, Learning, with his Greekish face, And Common Sense is gaun, she says, To mak to Jamie Beattie Her plaint this day. XII. But there's Morality himsel, Hear, how he gies the tither yell, Now there they're packed aff to h-ll, Henceforth this day. XIII. O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! Shall here nae mair find quarter: M' They'll gie her on a rape a hoyse, And cow her measure shorter By the head some day. XIV. Come, bring the tither mutchkin in, We'll light a spunk, and, ev'ry skin, Like oil, some day. |