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Sages their solemn een may steek,
In clime an' season,
But tell me W bisky's name in Greek,
I ll tell the reason.
Scotland, iny auld,
auld, respected Mither!
Tho'whyles ye moistify your leather,
Till whare ye fit, on craps o' heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom and Wlaisky gang thegither,
Tak aff your dram!
HOLY FAIR *.
A robe of seeming truth and trust
Hidcrafty observation ;
The.dirk of defamation :
Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of Scotland for a sacramental occasion.
I walked forth to view the corn,
An' snuff the caller air.
The rifing fun owre Galston muirs,
Wi' glorious light was glintin; The hares were hirplin down the furs,
The lav'rocks they were chantin
Fu' sweet that day.
As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad,
To see a scene fae gay,
Three Hizzies, early at the road,
Came skelpin up the way.
Twa had manteeles o dolefu' black,
But ane wi' lyart lining;
Fu'gay that day.
The third cam up, hap-step-an'-lowp,
As light as ony lambie,
An' wi' a curchie low did stoop,
As soon as e'er she saw me,
Fu' kind that day.
Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, 'Sweet lass,
seem to ken me;
• I'm sure I've seen that bonie face,
But yet I canna name ye.'