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I	A
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Orthodox orthodox	B
Who believe in John Knox	B
Let me sound an alarm to your conscience	C
There's a heretic blast	D
Has been blawn i' the wast	D
That what is not sense must be nonsense	E
Orthodox	B
That what is not sense must be nonsense	E
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II	A
	-
Doctor Mac Doctor Mac	F
Ye should stretch on a rack	F
And strike evil doers wi' terror	G
To join faith and sense	E
Upon any pretence	E
Was heretic damnable error	G
Doctor Mac	F
Was heretic damnable error	G
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III	A
	-
Town of Ayr town of Ayr	H
It was rash I declare	I
To meddle wi' mischief a brewing	J
Provost John is still deaf	K
To the church's relief	L
And orator Bob is its ruin	M
Town Of Ayr	H
And orator Bob is its ruin	M
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IV	L
	-
D'rymple mild D'rymple mild	D
Tho' your heart's like a child	D
And your life like the new driven snaw	M
Yet that winna save ye	N
Old Satan must have ye	N
For preaching that three's are an' twa	O
D'rymple mild	D
For preaching that three's are an' twa	O
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V	N
	-
Calvin's sons Calvin's sons	E
Seize your spiritual guns	E
Ammunition ye never can need	D
Your hearts are the stuff	L
Will be powder enough	L
And your skulls are a storehouse of lead	D
Calvin's sons	E
And your skulls are a storehouse of lead	D
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VI	L
	-
Rumble John Rumble John	M
Mount the steps with a groan	M
Cry the book is with heresy cramm'd	D
Then lug out your ladle	P
Deal brimstone like aidle	P
And roar every note o' the damn'd	D
Rumble John	M
And roar every note o' the damn'd	D
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VII	L
	-
Simper James Simper James	E
Leave the fair Killie dames	E
There's a holier chase in your view	L
I'll lay on your head	D
That the pack ye'll soon lead	D
For puppies like you there's but few	L
Simper James	E
For puppies like you there's but few	L
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VIII	L
	-
Singet Sawnie Singet Sawnie	M
Are ye herding the penny	M
Unconscious what danger awaits	E
With a jump yell and howl	P
Alarm every soul	P
For Hannibal's just at your gates	E
Singet Sawnie	M
For Hannibal's just at your gates	E
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IX	E
	-
Andrew Gowk Andrew Gowk	J
Ye may slander the book	J
And the book nought the waur let me tell you	L
Tho' ye're rich and look big	J
Yet lay by hat and wig	J
And ye'll hae a calf's head o' sma' value	L
Andrew Gowk	J
And ye'll hae a calf's head o' sma' value	L
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X	E
	-
Poet Willie Poet Willie	M
Gie the doctor a volley	M
Wi' your liberty's chain and your wit	D
O'er Pegasus' side	D
Ye ne'er laid a stride	D
Ye only stood by when he	M
Poet Willie	M
Ye only stood by when he	M
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XI	M
	-
Barr Steenie Barr Steenie	M
What mean ye what mean ye	M
If ye'll meddle nae mair wi' the matter	G
Ye may hae some pretence man	M
To havins and sense man	M
Wi' people that ken ye nae better	G
Barr Steenie	M
Wi' people that ken ye nae better	G
	-
XII	M
	-
Jamie Goose Jamie Goose	M
Ye hae made but toom roose	M
O' hunting the wicked lieutenant	D
But the doctor's your mark	J
For the L d's holy ark	J
He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrong pin in't	M
Jamie Goose	M
He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrong pin in't	M
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XIII	M
	-
Davie Bluster Davie Bluster	G
For a saunt if ye muster	G
It's a sign they're no nice o' recruits	M
Yet to worth let's be just	D
Royal blood ye might boast	D
If the ass were the king o' the brutes	M
Davie Bluster	G
If the ass were the king o' the brutes	M
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XIV	L
	-
Muirland George Muirland George	Q
Whom the Lord made a scourge	R
To claw common sense for her sins	M
If ill manners were wit	D
There's no mortal so fit	D
To confound the poor doctor at ance	M
Muirland George	Q
To confound the poor doctor at ance	M
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XV	L
	-
Cessnockside Cessnockside	D
Wi' your turkey cock pride	D
O' manhood but sma' is your share	I
Ye've the figure it's true	L
Even our faes maun allow	P
And your friends daurna say ye hae mair	I
Cessnockside	D
And your friends daurna say ye hae mair	I
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XVI	L
	-
Daddie Auld Daddie Auld	D
There's a tod i' the fauld	D
A tod meikle waur than the clerk	J
Tho' ye downa do skaith	S
Ye'll be in at the death	S
And if ye canna bite ye can bark	J
Daddie Auld	D
And if ye canna bite ye can bark	J
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XVII	L
	-
Poet Burns Poet Burns	M
Wi' your priest skelping turns	M
Why desert ye your auld native shire	T
Tho' your Muse is a gipsy	M
Yet were she even tipsy	M
She could ca' us nae waur than we are	U
Poet Burns	M
She could ca' us nae waur than we are	U
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Postscript	D
	-
Afton's Laird Afton's Laird	D
When your pen can be spar'd	D
A copy o' this I bequeath	S
On the same sicker score	V
I mentioned before	V
To that trusty auld worthy Clackleith	S
Afton's Laird	D
To that trusty auld worthy Clackleith	S

Robert Burns

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