O happy is that man an' blest! Unkend that day.. Now a' the congregation o'er For Moodie speels3 the holy door, Hear how he clears the points o' faith Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, On sic a day! But, hark! the tent has chang'd its voice; For a' the real judges rise, They canna sit for anger. Smith opens out his cauld harangues, On practice and on morals; An' aff the godly pour in thrangs, A lift that day. Like Socrates or Antonine, That's right that day. In guid time comes an antidote Fast, fast, that day. Wee Miller, neist, the Guard relieves, An' Orthodoxy raibles,5 Tho' in his heart he weel believes, An' thinks it auld wives' fables: Altho' his carnal wit an' sense Like hafflins-ways o'ercomes him Now, butt an' ben,7 the Change-house fills, Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, They raise a din, that, in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. Leeze me on Drink! it gie's us mair It never fails, on drinking deep, By night or day. 1 Minister of Newtown-upon-Ayr, of which the Water-fit was another name. 2 Prim. 3 A street so called, which faces the tent in [Mauchline.]—R. B. Assistant-preacher at Auchenleck. 5 Rattles nonsense. 6 Clever fellow. 7 Kitchen and parlour. 8 Ale-cup. 9 Biscuits. 10 Crams. 11 Tickle. The lads an' lasses, blythely bent On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk, While some are cozie i' the neuk, To meet some day. But now the Lord's ain trumpet touts, An' echoes back return the shouts ; His piercing words, like Highlan swords, His talk o' Hell, whare devils dwell, Our vera "sauls does harrow 13 Wi' fright that day. A vast, unbottom'd, boundless pit, 'Twad be owre lang a tale, to tell caups, An' cheese an' bread, frae women's laps, Was dealt about in lunches An' dawds that day. 6 In comes a gaucie, gash Guidwife, An' sits down by the fire, Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife, The lasses they are shyer. 1 Stir. Minister of Kilmarnock, and described as equally awful in look and The auld Guidmen, about the grace, Waesucks!' for him that gets nae lass, On sic a day! Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattling tow, Some swagger hame, the best they dow," At slaps the billies halt a blink, Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, For crack that day. How monie hearts this day converts O' sinners and o' lasses! Their hearts o' stane, gin night, are gane There's some are fou o' love divine, An' monie jobs that day begin, 1 Waes me! May end in Houghmagandie 2 Soil. 5 Gates. 7 Sharp diseases require sharp have been of considerable use. DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK.1 A TRUE STORY. SOME books are lies frae end to end, A rousing whid,2 at times, to vend, And nail't wi' Scripture. But this that I am gaun to tell, Or Dublin city: That e'er he nearer comes oursel 'S a muckle pity. The Clachan yill had made me canty, An' hillocks, stanes, an' bushes, kenn'd ay The rising moon began to glowr I set mysel; But whether she had three or four, I was come round about the hill, To keep me sicker ;4 I there wi' SoLething did forgather,6 Clear-dangling, hang: A three-taed leisters on the ither Lay, large anʼ lang. 1 John Wilson, schoolmaster of Tarbolton, who excited the anger of Burns by talking of his medical skill. Wilson sold medicine and gave advice gratis. Fib. 3 Staggered. 4 Steady. 5 A short course. 6 Meet. 7 Frighted wavering. 8 Three-pronged dart. |