the ordination
for sehey little owe tal heav'n—
to please the mob, they hide the little giv'n.
kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' cw,
an' pour your creeshie nations;
an' ye wha leather rax an' draw,
of a' denominations;
swith to the ligh kirk, ane an' a'
an' there tak up your stations;
then aff to begbie's in a raw,
an' pour divine libations
for joy this day.
curst on-sehat imp o' hell,
cam in wi' maggie uder;
but oliphant aft made her yell,
an' russell sair misca'd her:
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