Our vera fauls does harrow*,

Wi' fright that day.

XXII.

A VAST, unbottom'd, boundless pit,
Fill'd fou o' lowin brunstane,
Wha's ragin flame, an' scorchin heat,
Wad melt the hardest whun-stane!

The half afleep start up wi' fear,
An' think they hear it roarin,
When presently it does appear,
'Twas but some neebor snorin

Afleep that day.

XXIII.

TWAD be owre lang a tale, to tell

How monie stories past,

An' how they crouded to the yill,

When they were a' dismist :

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How drink gaed round, in cogs an' caups,

Amang the furms and benches;

An' cheese an' bread, frae women's laps,

Was dealt about in lunches,

An' dawds that day.

XXIV.

In comes a gaucie, gash Guidwife,
An' fits down by the fire,

Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife,

The lasses they are shyer.

The auld Guidmen, about the grace,

Frae fide to fide they bother,

Till fome ane by his bonnet lays,

An'

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An' gi'es them't like a tether,

Fu' lang that day.

XXV.

WEASUCKS! for him that gets nae lass,

Or laffes that hae naething!
Sma' need has he to say a grace,

Or melvie his braw claithing!
O Wives be mindfu', ance yoursel
How bonie lads ye wanted,
An' dinna, for a kebbuck-heel,

Let laffes be affronted

On fic a day!

XXVI.

Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattlin tow,

Begins to jow an' croon;

Some

Some swagger hame, the best they dow,

Some wait the afternoon.

At flaps the billies halt a blink,

Till lasses strip their shoon :

Wi' faith an' hope, an' love and drink,

They're a' in famous tune,

For crack that day.

XXVII.

How monie hearts this day converts
O' Sinners and o' Lasse'!

- Their hearts o'stane gin night are gane,
As faft as ony flesh is.

There's some are fou o' love divine;
There's some are fou o' brandy;

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An' monie jobs that day begin,
May end in Houghmagandie