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Upon a simmer Sunday morn	A
When Nature's face is fair	B
I walked forth to view the corn	A
An' snuff the caller air	B
The risin' sun owre Galston muirs	C
Wi' glorious light was glintin	A
The hares were hirplin down the furrs	C
The lav'rocks they were chantin	A
Fu' sweet that day	D
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As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad	E
To see a scene sae gay	D
Three hizzies early at the road	F
Cam skelpin up the way	D
Twa had manteeles o' dolefu' black	G
But ane wi' lyart linin	A
The third that gaed a wee a back	G
Was in the fashion shining	H
Fu' gay that day	D
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The twa appear'd like sisters twin	A
In feature form an' claes	C
Their visage wither'd lang an' thin	A
An' sour as ony slaes	C
The third cam up hap step an' lowp	I
As light as ony lambie	J
An' wi' a curchie low did stoop	I
As soon as e'er she saw me	J
Fu' kind that day	D
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Wi' bonnet aff quoth I Sweet lass	C
I think ye seem to ken me	J
I'm sure I've seen that bonie face	C
But yet I canna name ye	J
Quo' she an' laughin as she spak	G
An' taks me by the han's	C
Ye for my sake hae gien the feck	K
Of a' the ten comman's	C
A screed some day	D
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My name is Fun your cronie dear	L
The nearest friend ye hae	M
An' this is Superstition here	N
An' that's Hypocrisy	C
I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair	B
To spend an hour in daffin	A
Gin ye'll go there you runkl'd pair	B
We will get famous laughin	A
At them this day	D
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Quoth I With a' my heart I'll do't	C
I'll get my Sunday's sark on	A
An' meet you on the holy spot	O
Faith we'se hae fine remarkin	A
Then I gaed hame at crowdie time	P
An' soon I made me ready	C
For roads were clad frae side to side	Q
Wi' monie a wearie body	C
In droves that day	D
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Here farmers gash in ridin graith	R
Gaed hoddin by their cotters	C
There swankies young in braw braidclaith	R
Are springin owre the gutters	C
The lasses skelpin barefit thrang	K
In silks an' scarlets glitter	S
Wi' sweet milk cheese in mony a whang	K
An' farls bak'd wi' butter	S
Fu' crump that day	D
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When by the plate we set our nose	C
Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence	C
A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws	C
An' we maun draw our tippence	C
Then in we go to see the show	T
On ev'ry side they're gath'rin	A
Some carryin dails some chairs an' stools	C
An' some are busy bleth'rin	A
Right loud that day	D
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Here some are thinkin on their sins	C
An' some upo' their claes	C
Ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins	C
Anither sighs an' prays	C
On this hand sits a chosen swatch	U
Wi' screw'd up grace proud faces	C
On that a set o' chaps at watch	U
Thrang winkin on the lasses	C
To chairs that day	D
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O happy is that man and blest	V
Nae wonder that it pride him	W
Whase ain dear lass that he likes best	V
Comes clinkin down beside him	W
Wi' arm repos'd on the chair back	K
He sweetly does compose him	W
Which by degrees slips round her neck	K
An's loof upon her bosom	X
Unken'd that day	D
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Now a' the congregation o'er	S
Is silent expectation	A
For Moodie speels the holy door	Y
Wi' tidings o' salvation	A
Should Hornie as in ancient days	C
'Mang sons o' God present him	W
The vera sight o' Moodie's face	C
To's ain het hame had sent him	W
Wi' fright that day	D
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Hear how he clears the points o' faith	R
Wi' rattlin an' wi' thumpin	A
Now meekly calm now wild in wrath	R
He's stampin an' he's jumpin	A
His lengthen'd chin his turn'd up snout	Z
His eldritch squeal and gestures	C
Oh how they fire the heart devout	Z
Like cantharidian plaisters	C
On sic a day	D
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But hark the tent has chang'd its voice	C
There's peace and rest nae langer	S
For a' the real judges rise	C
They canna sit for anger	S
Smith opens out his cauld harangues	C
On practice and on morals	C
An' aff the godly pour in thrangs	C
To gie the jars an' barrels	C
A lift that day	D
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What signifies his barren shine	A
Of moral pow'rs and reason	A
His English style an' gesture fine	A
Are a' clean out o' season	A
Like Socrates or Antonine	A
Or some auld pagan heathen	A
The moral man he does define	A
But ne'er a word o' faith in	A
That's right that day	D
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In guid time comes an antidote	A2
Against sic poison'd nostrum	W
For Peebles frae the water fit	B2
Ascends the holy rostrum	W
See up he's got the word o' God	C2
An' meek an' mim has view'd it	B2
While Common Sense has ta'en the road	F
An's aff an' up the Cowgate	F
Fast fast that day	F
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Wee Miller niest the Guard relieves	C
An' Orthodoxy raibles	C
Tho' in his heart he weel believes	C
An' thinks it auld wives' fables	C
But faith the birkie wants a Manse	C
So cannilie he hums them	W
Altho' his carnal wit an' sense	C
Like hafflins wise o'ercomes him	W
At times that day	F
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Now butt an' ben the change house fills	C
Wi' yill caup commentators	C
Here's cryin out for bakes an gills	C
An' there the pint stowp clatters	C
While thick an' thrang an' loud an' lang	K
Wi' logic an' wi' Scripture	S
They raise a din that in the end	F
Is like to breed a rupture	S
O' wrath that day	F
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Leeze me on drink it gies us mair	B
Than either school or college	D2
It kindles wit it waukens lear	L
It pangs us fou o' knowledge	E2
Be't whisky gill or penny wheep	I
Or ony stronger potion	A
It never fails on drinkin deep	I
To kittle up our notion	A
By night or day	F
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The lads an' lasses blythely bent	F
To mind baith saul an' body	F
Sit round the table weel content	F
An' steer about the toddy	F
On this ane's dress an' that ane's leuk	K
They're makin observations	C
While some are cozie i' the neuk	K
An' forming assignations	C
To meet some day	F
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But now the Lord's ain trumpet touts	C
Till a' the hills rae rairin	A
An' echoes back return the shouts	C
Black Russell is na sparin	A
His piercing words like highlan' swords	C
Divide the joints an' marrow	T
His talk o' hell whare devils dwell	F2
Our vera sauls does harrow	T
Wi' fright that day	F
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A vast unbottom'd boundless pit	F
Fill'd fou o' lowin brunstane	A
Whase ragin flame an' scorching heat	F
Wad melt the hardest whun stane	A
The half asleep start up wi' fear	L
An' think they hear it roarin	A
When presently it does appear	L
'Twas but some neibor snorin	A
Asleep that day	F
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'Twad be owre lang a tale to tell	F2
How mony stories past	F
An' how they crouded to the yill	F2
When they were a' dismist	F
How drink gaed round in cogs an' caups	C
Amang the furms an' benches	C
An' cheese and bred frae women's laps	C
Was dealt about in lunches	C
An' dauds that day	F
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In comes a gausie gash guidwife	G2
An' sits down by the fire	S
Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife	G2
The lasses they are shyer	S
The auld guidmen about the grace	C
Frae side to side they bother	S
Till some ane by his bonnet lays	C
And gi'es them't like a tether	S
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