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  or tumblin in the boiling flood
  wi' kail an' beef;
  but when thou pours thy strong heart's blood,
  there thou shines chief.
  food fills the wame, an' keeps us leevin;
  tho' life's a gift no worth receivin,
  when heavy-dragg'd wi' pine an' grievin;
  but, oil'd by thee,
  the wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin,
  wi' rattlin glee.
  thou clears the head o'doited lear;
  thou cheers ahe heart o' drooping care;
  thou strings the nerves o' labour sair,
  at's weary toil;
  though even brightens dark despair
  wi' gloomy smile.
  aft, clad in massy siller weed,
  wi' gentles thou erects thy head;
  yet, humbly kind in time o' need,
  the poor man's wine;
  his weep drap parritch, or his bread,
  thou kitchens fine.
  thou art the life o' public haunts;
  but thee, what were our fairs and rants?
  ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts,
  by thee inspired,
  when gaping they besiege the tents,
  are doubly fir'd.
  that merry night we get the corn in,
  o sweetly, then, thou reams the horn in! ↑返回顶部↑