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Quoth I, ' With a' my heart, I'll do't;
• I'll get my Sunday's sark on,
Then I gaed hame at crowdie-time,
An' soon I made me ready;
In droves that day.
HERE, farmers gash, in ridin graith,
Gaed hoddin by their cotters;
There, swankies young, in braw braid-claith,
Are springing owre the gutters, The laffes, skelpin barefit, thrang,
In filks an’ scarlets glitter ;
Wi' sweet-milk cbeese, in monie a whang,
An' farls bak'd wi butter,
Fu' crump that day.
WHEN by the plate we set our nose,
Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,
A greedy glow'r Black Bonnet throws,
An' we maun draw our tippence.
On ev'ry side they're gath'rin;
Right loud that day.
HERE stands a shed to fend the show'rs,
An' screen our countra gentry,
There, racer Jess, an' twa three wh-res,
Are blinkin at the entry.
Here fits a raw o'tittlin jads,
Wi' heaving breast an' bare neck;
An' there, a batch o' wabfter lads,
Blackguarding frae K*******ck
For fun this day.
HERE, some are thinkin on their fins,
An' some upo' their claes ;
Anither fighs an' prays :
On this hand fits a chofen fwatch,
Wr screw'd-up, grace-proud faces; On that, a fet o' Chaps, at watch,
Thrang winkin on the laffes
To chairs that day,
O HAPPY is that man, an' bleft ?
Nae wonder that it pride him!
Comes clinkin down befide him!
Wi' arm repos'd on the chair-back,
He fweetly does compofe him;
Unkend that day.
Now a'the congregation o'er
Is ülent expectation ;
Wi' tidings o' d-mn-t--n.
'Mang sons o'G- present him,
The vera fight o' ******s face,
To's ain het hame had sent him
Wi' fright that day.
HEAR how he clears the points o' Faith.
Wi' rattlin an' thumpin!
He's stampin, an he's jumpin!
His eldritch squeel an' geftures,
On sic a day!
But hark! the tent has chang'd its voice;
There's peace an' rest nae langer ;