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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, 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!
HOLY FAIR *
A robe of seeming truth and trust
And secret bung, with poison'd crust,
Tbe-dirk of defamation:
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.
I walked forth to view the corn,
An' snuff the caller air.
The rifing fun owrc Galston muirs,
Wi' glorious light was glincin;
Fu' sweet that day.
As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad,
To fee a scene fæe gay,
Came skelpin up the way.
But ane wi' lyart lining;
Was in the fashion fhining
Fu’gay that day,
The twa appear'd like fifters twin,
Their visage wither'd, lang an' thin,
An' four as ony
The third cam up, hap-step-an'-lowp,
As light as ony lambie,
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.'
Quoi Quo' she an' laughin as she spak,
An’taks me by the hauns, * Ye, for my fake, hae gi'en the feck
• 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
Gin ye'll go there, yon runki'd pair, We will get famous laughin
. At them this day.'