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Or to the N-tb-rt-n repair,

And turn a Carpet-weaver

Aff hand this day.

X.

M***** and you were just a match,
We never had fic twa drones;

Auld Hornie did the Laigh Kirk watch,
Juft like a winkin baudrons:

And ay he catch'd the tither wretch,
To fry them in his caudrons;

But now his Honor maun detach,

Wi' a' his brimstone fquadrons,

Faft, faft, this day,

XI.

SEE, fee auld Orthodoxy's faes

She's fwingein thro' the city!

Hark

Hark, how the nine-tail'd cat fhe plays !!

I vow it's unco pretty:

There, Learning, with his Greekish face,

Grunts out fome Latin ditty;

And Common Senfe is gaun, fhe fays,

To mak to Jamie Beattie

Her plaint this day.

XII.

BUT there's Morality himsel,

Embracing all opinions;

Hear how he gies the tither yell,

Between his twa companions!

See how the peels the fkin an' fell

As ane were peelin onions!

Now there, they're pack'd aff to h-ll,

And banish'd our dominions,

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XIII.

HAPPY day! rejoice, rejoice!

Come boufe about the porter!

Morality's demure decoys

Shall here nae mair find quarter:

*****, R*****, are the boys

M********,

That Herefy can torture;

They'll gie her on a rape a hoyfe,

And cowe our meafure fhorter

By th' head fome day.

XIV.

COME, bring the tither mutchkin in,
And here's for a conclufion,

To ev'ry New-light mother's fon,

From this time forth, Confufion :

If

New-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 fpunk, and, ev'ry skin, and

We'll rin them aff in fufion

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-, on bis text, MALACHI,

X

ch. iv. ver. 2. And they fhall go forth, and

'grow up like CALVES of the stall.'

RIGHT, Sir! your text I'll prove it true,

Tho' Heretics may laugh;

For Inftance, there's yourfel juft now,

God knows, an unco Calf.

And should fome Patron be fo kind,

As blifs you wi' a kirk,

I doubt na, Sir, but then we'll find,

Ye're ftill as great a Stirk.

But, if the Lover's raptur'd hour

Shall ever be your lot,

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