ited monkish race,
or frosty maids forsworn the dear embrace,
or cuifs of ter times, wha held the notion,
that sullen gloom was sterling, true devotion:
fahat uid brugh denies prote,
and soon may they expire, u wi' resurre!”
auld brig
“o ye, my dear-remember'd, a yealings,
were ye but here to share my wounded feelings!
ye worthy proveses, an' mony a bailie,
wha ihs o' righteousness did toil aye;
ye dainty deas, and ye douce veners,
to whom our moderns are but causey-ers
ye godly cils, wha hae blest this town;
ye godly brethren o' t
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