II.

CURST Common-fenfe, that imp o' h-ll,

Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder *;

But O******* aft made her yell,
An' R***** fair mifca'd her:

This day M'******* taks the flail,
An' he's the boy will blaud her!
He'll clap a shangan on her tail,

An' fet the bairns to daud her

Wi' dirt this day.

III.

MAK hafte an' turn king David owre,

An' lilt wi' holy clangor;

*Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr L----- to the Laigh Kirk.

→' double verse come gie us four,

An' fkirl up the Bangor :

This day the Kirk kicks up a ftoure,

Nae mair the knaves fhall wrang her,

For Herefy is in her pow'r,

And gloriously she'll whang her

W' 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 Phineas † drove the murdering blade,
Wi' wh-re abhorring rigour ;

*Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22.

Numbers, ch. xxv. ver.

Or

Or Zipporah *, the fcauldin jad,

Was like a bluidy tiger

I' th' inn that day.

V.

THERE, try this mettle on the creed,

And bind him down wi' caution,

That Stipend is a carnal weed

He takes but for the fafhion ;

And gie him o'er the flock, to feed,]
And punish each tranfgreffion;
Efpecial, rams that crofs the breed,
Gie them fufficient threshin,

Spare them nae day.

VI.

Now auld K*********, cock thy tail,

An' tofs thy horns fu' canty;

Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25.

Nae

Nae mair thou❜lt rowte out-owre the dale,

Because thy paftures' fcanty;

For lapfu's large o' gospel kail

Shall fill thy crib in plenty,

An' runts o' grace the pick an' wale,
No gi'en by way o' dainty

But ilka day?

VII.

NAE mair by Bable's streams we'll weep,

To think upon our Zion;

And hing our fiddles up to fleep,

Like baby-clouts a-dryin:

Come, fcrew the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep,

And o'er the thairms be tryin:

Oh, rare to fee our elbucks wheep,

And a' like lamb-tails flyin

Fu' faft this day!

VIII.

LANG Patronage, wi' rod o' airn,

Has fhor'd the Kirk's undoin,

As lately F-nw-ck, fair forfairn,
Has proven to its ruin:

Our Patron, honeft man! G/*******,
He faw mifchief was brewin;

And like a godly, ele&t bairn,

He's wal'd us out a true ane,

And found this day.

Now R******* harangue nae mair,

But steek your gab for ever;

Or try the wicked town of A**,

For there they'll think you clever;

Or, nae restriction on your lear,

Ye may commence a Shaver;

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