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Frae less to mair it gaed to sticks; Frae words an' aiths to clours an' nicks; An' monie a fallow gat his licks,
Wi' hearty crunt ; An' some, to learn them for their tricks,
Were hang'd an' brunt:
This game was play'd in monie lands, An' auld-light caddies bure fic hands, That faith, the youngsters took the sands
Wi' nimble shanks, Till Lairds forbade, by strict commands,
Sic bluidy pranks.
But new-light herds gat fic a cowe,
Ye'll find ane plac'd;
Nae doubt the auld-light flocks are bleatin; Their zealous berds are vex'd an' sweatin; Mysel, I've even seen them greetin
Wi' girnin spite, To hear the Moon sae fadly lie'd on
By word an' write.
But shortly they will cowe the louns ! Some auld-light herds in neebor towns Are mind't, in things they ca balloons,
To tak a flight, An' stay ae month amang the Moons
An' see them right.
Guid observation they will gie them; An' when the auld Moon's gaun to lea'e them, The hindmost shaird, they'll fetch it wi’ them,
Just i’ their pouch, An' when the new-light billies see them, I think they'll crouch!
Sae, ye observe that a' this clatter
In logic tulzie,
Than mind fic brulzie.
O Rough, rude, ready-witted R******
Your dreams * an' tricks Will send you, Korah-like, a-linkin, Straught to auld Nick's.
* A certain humorous dream of his was then making a noise in the country-side.
Ye hae fae monie cracks an' cants, And in your wicked, druken rants, Ye mak a devil o' the Saunts,
An' fill them fou ; And then their failings, flaws, an’ wants,
Are a' seen thro'.
Hypocrisy, in mercy spare it!
The lads in black ;
Rives't aff their back.
Think, wicked Sinner, wha ye’re skaithing,
To ken them by,