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din' show'r	A
Or in gulravage rinnin scowr	A
To pass the time	B
To you I dedicate the hour	A
In idle rhyme	B
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My musie tir'd wi' mony a sonnet	C
On gown an' ban' an' douse black bonnet	D
Is grown right eerie now she's done it	C
Lest they should blame her	A
An' rouse their holy thunder on it	C
An anathem her	A
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I own 'twas rash an' rather hardy	E
That I a simple country bardie	E
Should meddle wi' a pack sae sturdy	E
Wha if they ken me	E
Can easy wi' a single wordie	E
Lowse hell upon me	E
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But I gae mad at their grimaces	F
Their sighin cantin grace proud faces	G
Their three mile prayers an' half mile graces	F
Their raxin conscience	H
Whase greed revenge an' pride disgraces	H
Waur nor their nonsense	H
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There's Gaw'n misca'd waur than a beast	E
Wha has mair honour in his breast	E
Than mony scores as guid's the priest	E
Wha sae abus'd him	I
And may a bard no crack his jest	E
What way they've us'd him	I
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See him the poor man's friend in need	E
The gentleman in word an' deed	E
An' shall his fame an' honour bleed	E
By worthless skellums	H
An' not a muse erect her head	E
To cowe the blellums	H
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O Pope had I thy satire's darts	H
To gie the rascals their deserts	H
I'd rip their rotten hollow hearts	H
An' tell aloud	E
Their jugglin hocus pocus arts	H
To cheat the crowd	E
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God knows I'm no the thing I should be	E
Nor am I even the thing I could be	E
But twenty times I rather would be	E
An atheist clean	J
Than under gospel colours hid be	E
Just for a screen	J
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An honest man may like a glass	H
An honest man may like a lass	H
But mean revenge an' malice fause	H
He'll still disdain	K
An' then cry zeal for gospel laws	H
Like some we ken	L
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They take religion in their mouth	M
They talk o' mercy grace an' truth	N
For what to gie their malice skouth	N
On some puir wight	E
An' hunt him down owre right and ruth	N
To ruin straight	E
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All hail Religion maid divine	O
Pardon a muse sae mean as mine	O
Who in her rough imperfect line	O
Thus daurs to name thee	N
To stigmatise false friends of thine	O
Can ne'er defame thee	N
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Tho' blotch't and foul wi' mony a stain	K
An' far unworthy of thy train	K
With trembling voice I tune my strain	K
To join with those	H
Who boldly dare thy cause maintain	K
In spite of foes	H
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In spite o' crowds in spite o' mobs	H
In spite o' undermining jobs	H
In spite o' dark banditti stabs	H
At worth an' merit	E
By scoundrels even wi' holy robes	H
But hellish spirit	E
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O Ayr my dear my native ground	E
Within thy presbyterial bound	E
A candid liberal band is found	E
Of public teachers	H
As men as Christians too renown'd	E
An' manly preachers	H
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Sir in that circle you are nam'd	E
Sir in that circle you are fam'd	E
An' some by whom your doctrine's blam'd	E
Which gies you honour	A
Even sir by them your heart's esteem'd	E
An' winning manner	A
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Pardon this freedom I have ta'en	L
An' if impertinent I've been	P
Impute it not good Sir in ane	K
Whase heart ne'er wrang'd ye	N
But to his utmost would befriend	E
Ought that belang'd ye	N

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