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A note of seeming truth and trust	A
Hid crafty observation	B
And secret hung with poison'd crust	A
The dirk of defamation	B
A mask that like the gorget show'd	C
Dye varying on the pigeon	B
And for a mantle large and broad	D
He wrapt him in Religion	B
Hypocrisy agrave la Mode	C
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Upon a simmer Sunday morn	E
When Nature's face is fair	F
I walked forth to view the corn	E
An' snuff the caller air	F
The risin' sun owre Galston muirs	G
Wi' glorious light was glintin	E
The hares were hirplin down the furrs	G
The lav'rocks they were chantin	E
Fu' sweet that day	H
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As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad	D
To see a scene sae gay	H
Three hizzies early at the road	C
Cam skelpin up the way	H
Twa had manteeles o' dolefu' black	I
But ane wi' lyart linin	E
The third that gaed a wee a back	I
Was in the fashion shining	J
Fu' gay that day	H
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The twa appear'd like sisters twin	E
In feature form an' claes	G
Their visage wither'd lang an' thin	E
An' sour as ony slaes	G
The third cam up hap step an' lowp	K
As light as ony lambie	L
An' wi' a curchie low did stoop	K
As soon as e'er she saw me	L
Fu' kind that day	H
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Wi' bonnet aff quoth I Sweet lass	G
I think ye seem to ken me	L
I'm sure I've seen that bonie face	G
But yet I canna name ye	L
Quo' she an' laughin as she spak	I
An' taks me by the han's	G
Ye for my sake hae gien the feck	M
Of a' the ten comman's	G
A screed some day	H
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My name is Fun your cronie dear	N
The nearest friend ye hae	O
An' this is Superstition here	P
An' that's Hypocrisy	G
I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair	F
To spend an hour in daffin	E
Gin ye'll go there you runkl'd pair	F
We will get famous laughin	E
At them this day	H
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Quoth I With a' my heart I'll do't	G
I'll get my Sunday's sark on	E
An' meet you on the holy spot	Q
Faith we'se hae fine remarkin	E
Then I gaed hame at crowdie time	R
An' soon I made me ready	G
For roads were clad frae side to side	S
Wi' monie a wearie body	G
In droves that day	H
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Here farmers gash in ridin graith	T
Gaed hoddin by their cotters	G
There swankies young in braw braidclaith	T
Are springin owre the gutters	G
The lasses skelpin barefit thrang	M
In silks an' scarlets glitter	U
Wi' sweet milk cheese in mony a whang	M
An' farls bak'd wi' butter	U
Fu' crump that day	H
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When by the plate we set our nose	G
Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence	G
A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws	G
An' we maun draw our tippence	G
Then in we go to see the show	V
On ev'ry side they're gath'rin	E
Some carryin dails some chairs an' stools	G
An' some are busy bleth'rin	E
Right loud that day	H
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Here some are thinkin on their sins	G
An' some upo' their claes	G
Ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins	G
Anither sighs an' prays	G
On this hand sits a chosen swatch	W
Wi' screw'd up grace proud faces	G
On that a set o' chaps at watch	W
Thrang winkin on the lasses	G
To chairs that day	H
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O happy is that man and blest	X
Nae wonder that it pride him	Y
Whase ain dear lass that he likes best	X
Comes clinkin down beside him	Y
Wi' arm repos'd on the chair back	M
He sweetly does compose him	Y
Which by degrees slips round her neck	M
An's loof upon her bosom	Z
Unken'd that day	H
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Now a' the congregation o'er	U
Is silent expectation	E
For Moodie speels the holy door	A2
Wi' tidings o' salvation	E
Should Hornie as in ancient days	G
'Mang sons o' God present him	Y
The vera sight o' Moodie's face	G
To's ain het hame had sent him	Y
Wi' fright that day	H
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Hear how he clears the points o' faith	T
Wi' rattlin an' wi' thumpin	E
Now meekly calm now wild in wrath	T
He's stampin an' he's jumpin	E
His lengthen'd chin his turn'd up snout	B2
His eldritch squeal and gestures	G
Oh how they fire the heart devout	B2
Like cantharidian plaisters	G
On sic a day	H
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But hark the tent has chang'd its voice	G
There's peace and rest nae langer	U
For a' the real judges rise	G
They canna sit for anger	U
Smith opens out his cauld harangues	G
On practice and on morals	G
An' aff the godly pour in thrangs	G
To gie the jars an' barrels	G
A lift that day	H
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What signifies his barren shine	E
Of moral pow'rs and reason	E
His English style an' gesture fine	E
Are a' clean out o' season	E
Like Socrates or Antonine	E
Or some auld pagan heathen	E
The moral man he does define	E
But ne'er a word o' faith in	E
That's right that day	H
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In guid time comes an antidote	C2
Against sic poison'd nostrum	Y
For Peebles frae the water fit	D2
Ascends the holy rostrum	Y
See up he's got the word o' God	E2
An' meek an' mim has view'd it	D2
While Common Sense has ta'en the road	C
An's aff an' up the Cowgate	C
Fast fast that day	C
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Wee Miller niest the Guard relieves	G
An' Orthodoxy raibles	G
Tho' in his heart he weel believes	G
An' thinks it auld wives' fables	G
But faith the birkie wants a Manse	G
So cannilie he hums them	Y
Altho' his carnal wit an' sense	G
Like hafflins wise o'ercomes him	Y
At times that day	C
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Now butt an' ben the change house fills	G
Wi' yill caup commentators	G
Here's cryin out for bakes an gills	G
An' there the pint stowp clatters	G
While thick an' thrang an' loud an' lang	M
Wi' logic an' wi' Scripture	U
They raise a din that in the end	C
Is like to breed a rupture	U
O' wrath that day	C
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Leeze me on drink it gies us mair	F
Than either school or college	F2
It kindles wit it waukens lear	N
It pangs us fou o' knowledge	G2
Be't whisky gill or penny wheep	K
Or ony stronger potion	E
It never fails on drinkin deep	K
To kittle up our notion	E
By night or day	C
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The lads an' lasses blythely bent	C
To mind baith saul an' body	C
Sit round the table weel content	C
An' steer about the toddy	C
On this ane's dress an' that ane's leuk	M
They're makin observations	G
While some are cozie i' the neuk	M
An' forming assignations	G
To meet some day	C
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But now the Lord's ain trumpet touts	G
Till a' the hills rae rairin	E
An' echoes back return the shouts	G
Black Russell is na sparin	E
His piercing words like highlan' swords	G
Divide the joints an' marrow	V
His talk o' hell whare devils dwell	H2
Our vera sauls does harrow	V
Wi' fright that day	C
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A vast unbottom'd boundless pit	C
Fill'd fou o' lowin brunstane	E
Whase ragin flame an' scorching heat	C
Wad melt the hardest whun stane	E
The half asleep start up wi' fear	N
An' think they hear it roarin	E
When presently it does appear	N
'Twas but some neibor snorin	E
Asleep that day	C
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'Twad be owre lang a tale to tell	H2
How mony stories past	C
An' how they crouded to the yill	H2
When they were a' dismist	C
How drink gaed round in cogs an' caups	G
Amang the furms an' benches	G
An' cheese and bred frae women's laps	G
Was dealt about in lunches	G
An' dauds that day	C
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In comes a gausie gash guidwife	I2
An' sits down by the fire	U
Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife	I2
The lasses they are shyer	U
The auld guidmen about the grace	G
Frae side to side they bother	U
Till some ane by his bonnet lays	G
And gi'es them't like a tether	U
Fu' lang that day	C
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Waesucks for him that gets nae lass	G
Or lasses that hae naething	M
Sma' need has he to say a grace	G
Or melvie his braw clathing	M
O wives be mindfu' ance yoursel	H2
How bonie lads ye wanted	C
An' dinna for a kebbuck heel	H2
Let lasses be affronted	C
On sic a day	C
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Now Clinkumbell wi' rattlin tow	C
Begins to jow an' croon	E
Some swagger hame the best they dow	C
Some wait the afternoon	E
At slaps the billies halt a blink	M
Till lasses strip their shoon	E
Wi' faith an' hope an' love an' drink	M
They're a' in famous tune	E
For crack that day	C
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How monie hearts this day converts	G
O' sinners and o' lasses	G
Their hearts o' stane gin night are gane	E
As saft as ony flesh is	G
There's some are fou o' love divine	E
There's some are fou o' brandy	C
An' monie jobs that day begin	E
May end in houghmagandie	C
Some ither day	C