VIII. When by the plate we fèt our nose, A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws, On every fide they're gath`rin; Some carryin dails, fome chairs an' ftools, An' fome are bufy bleth'rin Right loud that day. IX. Here ftands a fhed to fend the fhow'rs, An' fcreen our countra Gentry, Here fits a raw o' tittling jads, Wi' heaving breait an' bare neck; An' there a batch of wabfter lads, Blackguarding frae K********ck, X. For fun this day. Here, fome are thinking on their fins, An' fome upo' their claes; Ane curfes feet that fyld his shins, Anither fighs an' prays: On this hand fits a chofen swatch Wi' screw'd up, grace-proud faces; On that, a fet o' Chaps, at watch, Thrang winking on the laffes To chairs that day. XI. happy is that man, and blest! Which, by degrees, flips round her neck Unkend that day. XII. Now a' the congregation o'er Is filent expectation; For ****** speels the holy door, The vera fight o' ******'s face, To's ain het hame had fent him XIII. Wi' fright that day. Hear how he clears the points o' Faith, Wi' rattlin an' thumpin! Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, He's ftampin, an' he's jumpin! O how they fire the heart devout On fic a day! XIV. But hark! the tent has chang'd its voice; For a' the real jud es rife, They canna fit for anger. ***** opens out his cauld harangues, On practice and on morals; An' aff the godly pour in thrangs, To gie the jars an' barrels A lift that day. XV. What fignifies his barren fhine, Or fome auld Pagan Heathen, That's right that day. In guid time comes an antidote See, up he's got the word o' G-, An' meek an' mim has view'd it, While Common-Sense has taken the road, An' aff, an' up the Cowgate* Faft, faft that day. * A Street fo called, which faces the TENT in XVII. Wee ****** nieft, 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, Altho' his carnal wit an fense Like hafflins-wife o'ercomes him At times that day. XVIII. Now, butt an' ben, the Change-house fills, Wi' yill-caup Commentators : They raise a din, that in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. XIX. Leeze me on Drink! it gives us mair It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, To kittle up our notion, By night or day. XX. The lads an' laffes, blythely bent To mind baith faul an' body, On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk While fome are cozie i' the neuk An' formin affignations To meet fome day. XXI. But naw the L -'s ain trumpet touts, Till a' the hills are rairin, An' echos back return the fhouts; His piercing words, like Highlan fwords, His talk o' h-ll, where devils dwell, Our vera Sauls does harrow* Wi' fright that day! XXII. A vast unbottom❜d boundless pit,.“ Fill'd fou o' lowin brunftane,. Wad melt the hardest whun-ftane! The half afleep start up wi' fear, Afleep that day. Shakespeare's Hamlet. |