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SAGES their solemn een may steek,
An' raise a philosophic reek,
An' physically causes seek,

In clime an' season,

But tell me W bisky's name in Greek,

I'll tell the reason.

Scotland, iny auld, respected Mither! Tho'whyles ye moistify your leather, Till whare ye fit, on craps o' heather,


Ye tine your dam;

Freedom and Whoisky gang thegither,

Tak aff your dram!

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A robe of seeming truth and trust

Hid.crafty observation;

And secret bung, with poison'd crust,

Tbe-dirk of defamation:
A mask that like tbe gorget show'd,

Dye-varying on the pigeon ;

And for a mantle large and broad,

He wrapt bim in Religion.



UPON a fimmer Sunday morn,

When Nature's face is fair,

Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of Scotland for a sacramental occasion.

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I walked

I walked forth to view the corn,

An' snuff the caller air.

The rifing fun owrc Galston muirs,

Wi' glorious light was glincin;
The hares were hirplin down the furs,
The lay'rocks they were chantin

Fu' sweet that day.


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As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad,

To fee a scene fæe gay,
Three Hizzies, early at the road,

Came skelpin up the way.
Twa had manteeles o dolefu' black,

But ane wi' lyart lining;
The third, that gaed a wee a-back,

Was in the fashion fhining

Fu’gay that day,


The twa appear'd like fifters twin,
In feature, form, an' claes;

Their visage wither'd, lang an' thin,

An' four as ony

slaes :

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,


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Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, 'Sweet lass,
I think


seem to ken me; *I'm sure I've seen that bonie face,

• But yet I canna name ye.'

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Quoi Quo' she an' laughin as she spak,

An’taks me by the hauns, * Ye, for my fake, hae gi'en the feck

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• My name is Fun-your cronie dear,

• • The nearest friend ye hae;

• An' this is Superstition here,

• An that's Hypocrisy. • I'm

**** Holy fair, gaun



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Gin ye'll go there, yon runki'd pair, We will get famous laughin

. At them this day.'

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