039;er mair to rise.
when masons' mystic word an' grip
in storms an' tempests raise you up,
some cock or cat ye maun stop,
or, strao tell!
the you brither ye wad whip
aff straught to hell.
ng syne in eden's bonie yard,
when youthfu' lovers first were pair'd,
an' all the soul of love they shar'd,
the raptur'd hour,
sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird,
in shady bower;
then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog!
ye cam to paradise incog,
an' py'd on man a cursed brogue,
(bck be your fa'
Address To The Deil(6/8)