The Ordination（3 / 5）

  like baby-clouts a-dryin!
  come, screw the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep,
  and o'er the thairms be tryin;
  oh, rare to see our elbucks wheep,
  and a' like lamb-tails flyin
  fu' fast this day.
  lang, patronage, with rod o' airn,
  has shor'd the kirk's undoin;
  as lately fenwick, sair forfairn,
  has proven to its ruin:
  our patron, honest man! glencairn,
  he saw mischief was brewin;
  an' like a godly, elect bairn,
  he's waled us out a true ane,
  and sound, this day.
  now robertson harangue nae mair,
  but steek your gab for ever;
  or try the wicked town of ayr,
  for there they'll think you clever;
  or, nae reflection on your lear,
  ye may commence a shaver;
  or to the netherton repair,
  an' turn a carpet weaver
  aff-hand this day.
  mu'trie and you were just a match,
  we never had sic twa drones;
  auld hornie did the laigh kirk watch,
  just like a winkin baudrons,
  and aye he catch'd the tither wretch,
  to fry them in his caudrons; ↑返回顶部↑