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THE HOLY FAIR[1].

A robe of seeming truth and trust,
Hid crafty Observation,
And secret hung with poison'd crust
The dirk of Defamation:
A mask that like she gorget show'd,
Dye-varying on the pigeon;
And for a mantle large and broad,
He wrapt him on Religion.
Hypocrisy-a-la-mode.

Upon a simmer Sunday morn,
When Nature's face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
And snuff the cauler air:
The rising sun o'er Galston-muirs,
Wi' glorious light was glintin;
The hares were hirpling down the furs,
The lav'rocks they were chantin
Fu'sweet that day.

As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad,
To see a scene so gay,
Three hizies, early at the road,
Came skelpin up the way;
Twa had manteeles o' dolefu' black,
But ane wi' lyort lining;
The third, that gaed a-wee a-back,
Was in the fashion shining,
Fu' gay that day.

  1. Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of Scotland for a Sacramental Occasion.