On this ane's drefs, an' that ane's leuk, They're making obfervations; While fome are cozie i' the neuk, An' formin affignations To meet fome day. XXI. But now the L-d's ain trumpet touts, Till a' the hills are rairin, An' echoes back return the fhouts : Black ****** is na spairin: His piercing words, like Highlan' fwords, His talk o' H-ll, whare devils dwell, Our vera fauls does harrow * Wi' fright that day. * Shakespeare's Hamlet. XXII. XXII. A vaft, unbottomb'd, boundless pit, Wha's ragin flame, an' fcorchin heat, The half asleep ftart up wi' fear, When presently it does appear, Afleep that day. XXIII. "Twad be owre lang a tale, to tell How monie ftories past, An' how they crouded to the yill, When they were a' difmift: How drink gaed round, in cogs an' caups, Amang the furms and benches; VOL. I. D An' An' cheese an' bread, frae women's laps, Was dealt about in lunches, An' dawds that day. XXIV. In comes a gaucie, gafh Guidwife, An' fits down by the fire, Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife; The laffes they are shyer. The auld Guidmen, about the grace, Till fome ane by his bonnet lays, An' gi'es them't like a tether, Fu' lang that day. XXV. Waefucks for him that gets nae lass, Or melvie his braw claithing! O Wives be mindfu', ance yourfel Let laffes be affronted On fic a day! XXVI. Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattlin tow, Begins to jow an' croon; Some swagger hame, the best they dow, Some wait the afternoon. At flaps the billies halt a blink, Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, They're a' in famous tune, For crack that day. XXVII. How monie hearts this day converts O' Sinners and o' Laffes ! |