The Ordination（1 / 5）

  the ordination
  for sense they little owe to frugal heav'n—
  to please the mob, they hide the little giv'n.
  kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' claw,
  an' pour your creeshie nations;
  an' ye wha leather rax an' draw,
  of a' denominations;
  swith to the ligh kirk, ane an' a'
  an' there tak up your stations;
  then aff to begbie's in a raw,
  an' pour divine libations
  for joy this day.
  curst common-sense, that imp o' hell,
  cam in wi' maggie lauder;
  but oliphant aft made her yell,
  an' russell sair misca'd her:
  this day mackinlay taks the flail,
  an' he's the boy will blaud her!
  he'll clap a shangan on her tail,
  an' set the bairns to daud her
  wi' dirt this day.
  mak haste an' turn king david owre,
  and lilt wi' holy clangor;
  o' double verse come gie us four,
  an' skirl up the bangor:
  this day the kirk kicks up a stoure;
  nae mair the knaves shall wrang her,
  for heresy is in her pow'r,
  and gloriously she'll whang her
  wi' pith this day. ↑返回顶部↑