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THE CALF.
To the Rev. Mr.———,
On his Text, Malachi, ch. iv. ver. 2,
And they shall go forth, and grow up like Calves of the stall.
Right, Sir! your text I'll prove it true.
Tho' Heretics may laugh;
For instance, there's yoursel just now,
G— knows, an unco Calf.
Tho' Heretics may laugh;
For instance, there's yoursel just now,
G— knows, an unco Calf.
And should some Patron be so kind,
As bliss you wi' a Kirk,
I doubtna, Sir, but then we'll find
Ye're still as great a Stirk.
As bliss you wi' a Kirk,
I doubtna, Sir, but then we'll find
Ye're still as great a Stirk.
But, if the Lover's raptur'd hour
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, ev'ry heavenly Power,
You e'er should be a Stotǃ
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, ev'ry heavenly Power,
You e'er should be a Stotǃ
Tho' when some kind connubial dear,
Your but and ben adorns,
The like may be that you may wear
A noble head of horns.
Your but and ben adorns,
The like may be that you may wear
A noble head of horns.
And, in your lug, most reverend James,
To hear you roar and rowte,
Few men o' sense will doubt your claims
To rank among the Nowte.
To hear you roar and rowte,
Few men o' sense will doubt your claims
To rank among the Nowte.
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