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O Prince O chief of many throned pow'rs	A
That led th' embattled seraphim to war	B
Milton Paradise Lost	C
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O thou whatever title suit thee	D
Auld Hornie Satan Nick or Clootie	D
Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie	D
Clos'd under hatches	A
Spairges about the brunstane cootie	D
To scaud poor wretches	A
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Hear me Auld Hangie for a wee	D
An' let poor damned bodies be	D
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie	E
E'en to a deil	F
To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me	D
An' hear us squeel	F
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Great is thy pow'r an' great thy fame	G
Far ken'd an' noted is thy name	G
An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame	G
Thou travels far	H
An' faith thou's neither lag nor lame	G
Nor blate nor scaur	H
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Whyles ranging like a roarin lion	I
For prey a' holes an' corners tryin	I
Whyles on the strong wing'd tempest flyin	I
Tirlin' the kirks	A
Whyles in the human bosom pryin	I
Unseen thou lurks	A
	-
I've heard my rev'rend graunie say	A
In lanely glens ye like to stray	A
Or whare auld ruin'd castles gray	A
Nod to the moon	I
Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way	A
Wi' eldritch croon	I
	-
When twilight did my graunie summon	I
To say her pray'rs douce honest woman	I
Aft yont the dike she's heard you bummin	I
Wi' eerie drone	I
Or rustlin thro' the boortrees comin	I
Wi' heavy groan	I
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Ae dreary windy winter night	D
The stars shot down wi' sklentin light	D
Wi' you mysel I gat a fright	D
Ayont the lough	J
Ye like a rash buss stood in sight	D
Wi' waving sugh	J
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The cudgel in my nieve did shake	K
Each bristl'd hair stood like a stake	K
When wi' an eldritch stoor Quaick quaick	K
Amang the springs	A
Awa ye squatter'd like a drake	K
On whistling wings	A
	-
Let warlocks grim an' wither'd hags	A
Tell how wi' you on ragweed nags	A
They skim the muirs an' dizzy crags	A
Wi' wicked speed	D
And in kirk yards renew their leagues	A
Owre howket dead	D
	-
Thence countra wives wi' toil an' pain	I
May plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain	I
For oh the yellow treasure's taen	I
By witchin skill	F
An' dawtet twal pint hawkie's gaen	I
As yell's the bill	F
	-
Thence mystic knots mak great abuse	A
On young guidmen fond keen an' croose	A
When the best wark lume i' the house	A
By cantraip wit	D
Is instant made no worth a louse	A
Just at the bit	D
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When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord	D
An' float the jinglin icy boord	D
Then water kelpies haunt the foord	D
By your direction	I
An' nighted trav'lers are allur'd	D
To their destruction	I
	-
And aft your moss traversing spunkies	A
Decoy the wight that late an drunk is	A
The bleezin curst mischievous monkeys	A
Delude his eyes	A
Till in some miry slough he sunk is	A
Ne'er mair to rise	A
	-
When Masons' mystic word an grip	L
In storms an' tempests raise you up	M
Some cock or cat your rage maun stop	N
Or strange to tell	F
The youngest brither ye wad whip	L
Aff straught to hell	F
	-
Lang syne in Eden'd bonie yard	D
When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd	D
An all the soul of love they shar'd	D
The raptur'd hour	H
Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird	D
In shady bow'r	H
	-
Then you ye auld snick drawin dog	K
Ye cam to Paradise incog	K
And play'd on man a cursed brogue	K
Black be your fa'	J
An gied the infant warld a shog	K
Maist ruin'd a'	O
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D'ye mind that day when in a bizz	A
Wi' reeket duds an reestet gizz	A
Ye did present your smoutie phiz	A
Mang better folk	K
An' sklented on the man of Uz	A
Your spitefu' joke	K
	-
An' how ye gat him i' your thrall	F
An' brak him out o' house and hal'	F
While scabs and blotches did him gall	F
Wi' bitter claw	F
An' lows'd his ill tongued wicked scaul	F
Was warst ava	J
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But a' your doings to rehearse	A
Your wily snares an' fechtin fierce	A
Sin' that day Michael did you pierce	A
Down to this time	G
Wad ding a Lallan tongue or Erse	A
In prose or rhyme	G
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An' now Auld Cloots I ken ye're thinkin	I
A certain Bardie's rantin drinkin	I
Some luckless hour will send him linkin	I
To your black pit	D
But faith he'll turn a corner jinkin	I
An' cheat you yet	D
	-
But fare you weel Auld Nickie ben	I
O wad ye tak a thought an' men'	I
Ye aiblins might I dinna ken	I
Still hae a stake	K
I'm wae to think upo' yon den	I
Ev'n for your sake	K

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