Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' a', An' pour divine libations For joy this day. II. Curst Common-sense, that imp o' h-ll, Mak haste an' turn king David owre, An' lilt wi' holy clangor; O' double verse come gie us four, An' skirl up the Bangor: This day the kirk kicks up a stoure, For Heresy is in her pow'r,' An' gloriously shall whang her Wi' pith this day. IV. Come, let a proper text be read, *Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admis. sion of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L, to the Laigh Kirk. How graceless Ham* leugh at his Dad, Or Phineast drove the murdering blade, Or Zipporah, the scauldin jade, Was like a bluidy tiger I' th' inn that day. V. There, try his mettle on the creed, Spare them nae day. VI. Now auld Kilmarnock cock thy tail, And toss thy horns fu' canty; Nae mair thou'lt rowte out owre the dale, Because thy pasture's scanty; For lapfu's large o' gospel kail Shall fill thy crib in plenty, An' runts o' grace the pick and wale, No gi'en by way o' dainty, But ilka day. * Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22. VII. Nae mair by Babel's streams we'll weep, To think upon our Zion; And hing our fiddles up to sleep, Like baby-clouts a-dryin: Come, screw the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep, Oh, rare! to see our elbucks wheep, An' a' like lamb-tails flyin Fu' fast this day! VIII. Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn, Our Patron, honest man! Glencairn, And like a godly elect bairn, He's wal'd us out a true ane, IX. And sound this day. Now R******* harangue nae mair, Aff-hand this day. X. M***** and you were just a match, Auld Hornie did the Laigh Kirk watch, And ay' he catch'd the tither wretch, Fast, fast this day. XI. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes There, Learning, with his Greekish face, And Common Sense is gaun, she says, Her plaint this day. XII. But there's Morality himsel, Embracing all opinions; Hear, how he gies the tither yell, Between his twa companions; See, how she peels the skin an' fell, As ane were peelin onions! Now there-they're packed aff to hell, And banish'd our dominions, Henceforth this day. XIII. O happy day! rejoice! rejoice! Shail here nae mair find quarter: And cow her measure shorter By th' head some day. XIV. Come, bring the tither mutchkin in, We'll light a spunk, and, ev'ry skin, Like oil, some day. New Light is a cant phrase, in the West of Scotland, for those religious opinions which Dr. Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously. |