Address To The Deil（3 / 5）

  for oh! the yellow treasure's ta'en
  by witchin' skill;
  an' dawtit, twal-pint hawkie's gane
  as yell's the bill.
  thence mystic knots mak great abuse
  on young guidmen, fond, keen an' crouse,
  when the best wark-lume i' the house,
  by cantrip wit,
  is instant made no worth a louse,
  just at the bit.
  when thowes dissolve the snawy hoord,
  an' float the jinglin' icy boord,
  then water-kelpies haunt the foord,
  by your direction,
  and 'nighted trav'llers are allur'd
  to their destruction.
  and aft your moss-traversin spunkies
  decoy the wight that late an' drunk is:
  the bleezin, curst, mischievous monkies
  delude his eyes,
  till in some miry slough he sunk is,
  ne'er mair to rise.
  when masons' mystic word an' grip
  in storms an' tempests raise you up,
  some cock or cat your rage maun stop,
  or, strange to tell!
  the youngest brither ye wad whip
  aff straught to hell.
  lang syne in eden's bonie yard,
  when youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, ↑返回顶部↑