to mak to jamie beattie
her pint this day.
but there's morality himsel',
embrag all opinions;
hear, how he gies the tither yell,
between his twa panions!
see, how she peels the skin an' fell,
as ane were peelin onions!
now there, they're packed aff to hell,
an' banish'd our dominions,
heh this day.
o happy day! rejoice, rejoice!
e bouse about the porter!
morality's demure decoys
shall here nae mair find quarter:
may, russell, are the boys
that heresy torture;
they'll gie her on a rape a h
The Ordination(7/8)