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The Ordination (第3/3页)
; auld hornie did the laigh kirk watch, just like a winkin baudrons, and aye he catch'd the tither wretch, to fry them in his caudrons; but now his honour maun detach, wi' a' his brimstone squadrons, fast, fast this day. see, see auld orthodoxy's faes she's swingein thro' the city! hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays! i vow it's unco pretty: there, learning, with his greekish face, grunts out some latin ditty; and common-sense is gaun, she says, to mak to jamie beattie her plaint this day. but there's morality himsel', embracing all opinions; hear, how he gies the tither yell, between his twa companions! see, how she peels the skin an' fell, as ane were peelin onions! now there, they're packed aff to hell, an' banish'd our dominions, henceforth this day. o happy day! rejoice, rejoice! come bouse about the porter! morality's demure decoys shall here nae mair find quarter: mackinlay, russell, are the boys that heresy can torture; they'll gie her on a rape a hoyse, and cowe her measure shorter by th' head some day. come, bring the tither mutchkin in, and here's—for a conclusion— to ev'ry new light mother's son, from this time forth, confusion! if mair they deave us wi' their din, or patronage intrusion, we'll light a spunk, and ev'ry skin, we'll rin them aff in fusion like oil, some day.