The third cam up, hap-step-an'-loup,

As light as ony lambie,

An' wi' a curchie low did ftoop,

As foon as e'er fhe faw me,

Fu' kind that day.

IV.

Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, "Sweet lafs,

I think seem to ken me;
ye

"I'm fure I've seen that bonie face,

"But yet I canna name ye."

Quo' fhe, an' laughan as she spak,

An' taks me by the han's,

"Ye, for my fake, hae gien the feck

"Of a' the ten comman's

A fcreed some day."

V.

"My name is FUN-your cronie dear, "The nearest friend ye hae;

"An' this is SUPERSTITION here,

"An' that's HYPOCRISY.

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boly fair,

"To spend an hour in daffin:

Gin ye'll go there, yon runkl'd pair,

"We will get famous laughin

At them this day."

VI.

Quoth I, "With a' my heart, I'll do't;
"I'll get my funday's fark on,
"An' meet you on the holy spot;

Faith, we'fe hae fine remarkin!"

Then I gaed hame at crowdie-time,
An' foon I made me ready;

For roads were clad, frae fide to fide,

Wi' monie a wearie body,

In droves that day.

VII.

Here, farmers gash, in ridin graith,

Gaed hoddan by their cotters;

There, fwankies young, in braw braid-claith,

Are springan owre the gutters.

The laffes, fkelpan barefit, thrang,

In filks an' fcarlets glitter;

Wi' fweet-milk cheefe, in monie a whang,

An' farls, bak'd wi' butter,

Fu' crump that day.

VIII.

When by the plate we set our nose,
Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,
A greedy glowr black-bonnet throws,
An' we maun draw our tippence.
Then in we go to fee the show,
On ev'ry fide they're gath❜ran;

Some carryan dails, fome chairs an' ftools,
An' fome are bufy bleth'ran

Right loud that day.

IX.

Here ftands a fhed to fend the fhow'rs,
An' fcreen our countra Gentry;

There, racer fefs, an' twathree wh-res,

Are blinkan at the entry.

Here fits a raw o' tittlan jads,

Wi' heaving breasts an' bare neck; An' there, a batch o' Wabfter lads, Blackguarding frae K *******ck

For fun this day.

X.

Here, fome are thinkan on their fins,
An' fome upo' their claes;
Ane curfes feet that fyl'd his shins,
Anither fighs an' prays :

On this hand fits an Elect fwatch,

Wi' fcrew'd-up, grace-proud faces; On that, a fet o' chaps, at watch, Thrang winkan on the laffes

To chairs that day.

XI.

O happy is that man, an' blest!
Nae wonder that it pride him!
Whase ain dear lafs, that he likes beft,
Comes clinkan down befide him!

Wi' arm repof'd on the chair-back,
He sweetly does compofe him;

Which, by degrees, flips round her neck,
An's loof upon her bosom

Unkend that day.

XII.

Now a' the congregation o'er

Is filent expectation;

For ****** speels the holy door,
Wi' tidings o' f—lv—t—n.
Should Hornie, as in ancient days,
'Mang fons o' G— present him,
The vera fight o' ******'s face,
To's ain het hame had fent him

Wi' fright that day.

XIII.

Hear how he clears the points o' Faith

Wi' rattlin an' thumpin!

Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,

He's ftampan, an' he's jumpan!