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For a' the real judges rise,
opens out his cauld harangues,
An' aff the godly pour in thrangs,
A lift that day.
But ne'er a word o' faith in
That's right that day.
In guid time comes an antidote
Against fic poison'd noftrum ;
For *******, frae the water-fit,
· Ascends the holy roftrum :
While Common-Sense has ta'en the road,
An' aff, an' up the Cowgate*,
Fast, fast, that day.
* A street so called which faces the tent inerna
WEE ******, niest, the Guard relieves,
An' Orthodoxy raibles,
Tho'in his heart he weel believes,
An' thinks it auld wives' fables :
But, faith ! the birkie wants a Manse,
So, cannily he hums them ;
Altho' his carnal wit an' sense
Like haflins-ways o'ercomes him
At times that day, si
Now but an' ben, the Change-house fills,
Wi' yill-caup Commentators : Here's crying out for bakes and gills,
An' there the pint-stowp clatters; While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang,
Wi’ Logic, an’ wi' Scripture, They raise a din, that, in the end,
Is like to breed a rupture
O' wrath that day.
LEEZE me on Drink! it gies us mair
Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair,
It pangs us fou o' Knowledge. Be't whisky gill, or penny wheep,
Or ony stronger potion,
To mind baith faul an' body,
Sit round the table, weel content,
An' fteer about the toddy.
On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk,
They're making observations ·
While some are cozie i’ the neuk,
An' formin affignations
To meet some day.
But now the L-d's ain trumpet touts,
Till a' the hills are rairin,
An' echoes back return the shouts :
Black ****** is na fpairin ;
His piercing words, like Highlan swords,
Divide the joints an' marrow;