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Or to the N-tb-rt-n repair,
Aff hand this day.
And ay he catch'd the tither wretch,
To fry them in his caudrons ;
But now his Honor maun detach,
Wi' a' his brimstone squadrons,
Fast, fast, this day,
SEE, fee auld Orthodoxy's faes
She's swingein thro' the city!
Hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays !
I vow it's unco pretty:
Grunts out some Latin ditty ;
To mak to Jamie Beattie
Her plaint this day.
But there's Morality himsel,
Embracing all opinions ;
Between his twa companions !
As ane were peelin onions !
And banifh'd our dominions,
Henceforth this day.
O HAPPY day! rejoice, rejoice!
Come bouse about the porter ! Morality's demure decoys
Shall here nae mair find quarter : M********, R*****, are the boys
That Heresy can torture ;
They'll gie her on a rape a hoyse,
And cowe our measure shorter
By th' head some day.
COME, bring the tither mutchkin in,
And here's for a conclufion,
From this time forth, Confufion:
* N ew-light is a cant phrase in the West of Scotland, for those religious opinions which Dr Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously,
If mair they deave us wi' their din,
Or Patronage intrufion, We'll light a spunk, and, ev'ry skin,
We'll rin them aff in fusion
To the Rev. Mr
on his text, MALACHI, ch. iv. ver. 2. And they shall go forth, and
RIGHT, Sir! your text I'll prove it true,
Tho' Heretics may laugh ;
God knows, an unco Calf.
And should fome Patron be so kind,
As bliss you wi' a kirk,
I doubt na, Sir, but then we'll find,
Ye're still as great a Stirk.
But, if the Lover's raptur'd hour
Shall ever be your lot,