e fills,
wi' yill-caup entators;
here 's out for bakes and gills,
an' there the pint-stowp ctters;
while thi' thrang, an' loud an' ng,
wi' logi' wi' scripture,
they raise a din, that in the end
is like to breed a rupture
o' wrath that day.
leeze me on drink! it gies us mair
thaher school or college;
it kindles wit, it waukens lear,
it pangs us fou o' knowledge:
be't whisky-gill or penny wheep,
or ony stronger potion,
it never fails, or drinkin deep,
to kittle up our notion,
b
The Holy Fair(11/16)