II. Curst Common-sense, that imp o' h-ll, Wi' dirt this day. III. Mak haste an' turn king David owre, An' lilt wi' holy clangor; 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. * Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr L. to the Laigh Kirk. IV. Come, let a proper text be read, How graceless Ham* leugh at his Dad, Or Phineas drove the murdering blade, Wi' wh-re-abhorring rigour ! Or Zipporah † the scauldin jad, Was like a bluidy tiger V. I' th' inn that day. 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. Numbers, ch. xxv. ver. 8. + Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25. VI. Now auld K********* 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. VII. 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, And o'er the thairms be tryin; Oh, rare! to see our elbucks wheep, And a' like lamb-tails flyin Fu' fast this day! VIII. Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn, Has shor'd the Kirk's undoin, As lately F-nw-ck, sair forfairn, Our Patron, honest man! Gl*******, And like a godly elect bairn, He's wal'd us out a true ane, And sound this day. IX. Now R******* harangue nae mair, For there they'll think you clever : Or, nae reflection on your lear, Or to the N-th-rt-n repair, And turn a Carpet-weaver Aff-hand this day. X. M***** and you were just a match, We never had sic twa drones: Auld Hornie did the Laigh Kirk watch, Just like a winkin baudrons: And ay he catch'd the tither wretch, To fry them in his caudrons: |