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A lesson fadly teaching to your cost,

That Architecture's noble art is loft!

NEW BRIG.

Fine Architecture, trowth, I needs must say't

The L-d be thankit that we've tint the gate

o't!

Gaunt, ghastly, ghaist-alluring edifices, Hanging, with threat’ning jut, like precipices; O'er-arching mouldy, gloom-inspiring coves, Supporting roofs fantastic, itony groves : Windows and doors, in nameless sculptures

drest,

With order, symmetry, or taste unbleft;

Forms like some bedlam Statuary's dream,

The craz'dcreations of misguided whim;

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Their likeness is not found on earth, in air,

or fea.

Mansions that would disgrace the building

taste

Of any mason reptile, bird or beaft!

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Fit only for a doited Monkish race,
Or frosty maids forsworn the dear embrace
Or Cuifs of latter times, wha held the notion

That fullen gloom was sterling true devotion ;
Fancies that our guid Brugh denies protec-

tion,

And Toon may they expire, unbleft with refur.

re&tion !

AULD

AULD BRIG.

O YE, my dear-remember'd, ancient yealings, Were ye but here to share my wounded feel

ings !

Ye worthy Proveses, an' mony a Bailie,
Wha in the paths o' righteousness did toil ay;
Ye dainty Deacons, an' ye douce Conveeners,
To whomour moderns are but causey-cleaners;
Ye godly Councils, wha hae bleft this town;
Ye godly Bretbren of the sacred gown,
Wha meekly gae your burdies to the smiters;
And (what would now be strange) ye godly

Writers:

A'ye douce folk I've born aboon the broo,
Were ye but here, what would ye say or do
How would your fpirits groan in deep vexa-

tion,
VOL.I.
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To To see each melancholy alteration;

And agonizing, eurse the time and place
When ye begat the base degen'rate race !

Nae langer Rev'rend Men, their country's

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glory, In plain braid Scots hold forth, a plain braid

story! Nae langer thrifty Citizens, an' douce, Meet owre a pint, or in the Council-house;

But staumrel, corky-headed, graceless Gen

try,

The herryment and ruin of the country;
Men, three-parts made by Taylors and by

Barbers,
Wha waist your well-hain'd gear on d

new Brigs and Harbours !

NEW NEW BRIG,

Now haud you there! for faith ye've said

enough, And muckle mair than you can mak to through. As for your Priesthood, I fhall say but little, Corbies and Clergy are a fhot right kittle: But, under favour o* your langer beard, Abuse o' Magistrates might weel be spar'd: To liken them to your auld-warld squad, I must needs say, comparisons are odd, In Ayr, Wag-wits nae mair can have a handle To mouth' A Citizen,' a term o' scandal: Nae mair the Council waddles down the street, In all the pomp of ignorant conceit; Men wha grew wise priggin owre hops an'

raisins, Or gather'd lib'ral views in Bonds and Seisins.

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