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God bless you a'! consider now
 Ye're unco muckle dautit;
But ere the course of life be through,
 It may be better sautit:
And I hae seen their coggie fou,
 That yet hae tarrow't at it;
But or the day was done, I trow,
 The laggen they hae clautit
Fa' clean that day.

 

Divider from 'The Beauties of Burn's Poems' a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819

 

THE ORDINATION.

For sense, they little owe to frugal Heav'n. . .
To please the Mob, they hide the little giv'n.

 

K——— Wabsters, fidge and claw,
 And pour your creeshie nations;
And ye wha leather rax and draw,
 Of a' denominations;
Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ate and a',
 And there take up your stations;
Then aff to B— b—s in a raw,
 And pour divine libations
For joy that day.

Curst Common-sense, that imp o' hell,
 Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder^[1],

1. Alluding to a scoffing Ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L——— to the Laigh Kirk.