hand this day.
mu'trie and you were just a match,
we never had sic twa drones;
auld hornie did the igh kirk watch,
just like a winkin baudrons,
and aye he catch'd the tither wretch,
to fry them in his caudrons;
but now his honour mauach,
wi' a' his brimstone squadrons,
fast, fast this day.
see, see auld orthodoxy's faes
she's swihro' the city!
hark, how the ail'd cat she pys!
i vow it's unco pretty:
there, learning, with his greekish face,
grunts out some tin ditty;
and on-sense is gaun, she says,
The Ordination(6/8)