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death and doctor hornbook
a true story
some books are lies frae end to end,
and some great lies were never penn'd:
ev'n ministers they hae been kenn'd,
in holy rapture,
a rousing whid at times to vend,
and nail't wi' scripture.
but this that i am gaun to tell,
which lately on a night befell,
is just as true's the deil's in hell
or dublin city:
that e'er he nearer comes oursel'
's a muckle pity.
the clachan yill had made me canty,
i was na fou, but just had plenty;
i stacher'd whiles, but yet too tent aye
to free the ditches;
an' hillocks, stanes, an' bushes, kenn'd eye
frae ghaists an' witches.
the rising moon began to glowre
the distant cumnock hills out-owre:
to count her horns, wi' a my pow'r,
i set mysel';
but whether she had three or four,
i cou'd na tell.
i was come round about the hill,
an' todlin down on willie's mill,
setting my staff wi' a' my skill,
to keep me sicker; ↑返回顶部↑
a true story
some books are lies frae end to end,
and some great lies were never penn'd:
ev'n ministers they hae been kenn'd,
in holy rapture,
a rousing whid at times to vend,
and nail't wi' scripture.
but this that i am gaun to tell,
which lately on a night befell,
is just as true's the deil's in hell
or dublin city:
that e'er he nearer comes oursel'
's a muckle pity.
the clachan yill had made me canty,
i was na fou, but just had plenty;
i stacher'd whiles, but yet too tent aye
to free the ditches;
an' hillocks, stanes, an' bushes, kenn'd eye
frae ghaists an' witches.
the rising moon began to glowre
the distant cumnock hills out-owre:
to count her horns, wi' a my pow'r,
i set mysel';
but whether she had three or four,
i cou'd na tell.
i was come round about the hill,
an' todlin down on willie's mill,
setting my staff wi' a' my skill,
to keep me sicker; ↑返回顶部↑