Last,white-rob'd'Peace,crown'd with a hazle wreath, To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death; At sight of whom our sprites forgat their kindling wrath. THE ORDINATION. For sense they little owe to frugal Heav'n.- KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an' claw Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' a', An' pour divine libations For joy this day. Curst Common-sense, that imp o' hell, 1 Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk, This day M******* takes the flail, Mak haste an' turn King David owre, And gloriously she'll whang her Wi' pith this day. Come let a proper text be read, How graceless Ham2 leugh at his Dad, Or Zipporah 4, the scauldin jad, Was like a bluidy tiger I' th' inn that day. There, try his mettle on the creed, That Stipend is a carnal weed Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22. 4 Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25, Numbers, ch. xxv. ver. 8. And gie him o'er the flock, to feed, Spare them na day. 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. Na 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, O, rare! to see our elbucks wheep, Fu' fast this day! Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn, Our patron, honest man! Glencairn, And sound this day. Now R****** harangue nae mair, Aff-hand this day. M***** and you were just a match, And ay' he catch'd the tither wretch, Fast, fast this day. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes There, Learning, with his Greekish face, And Common-Sense is gaun, she says, To mak to Jamie Beattie Her plaint this day. 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, Now there they're packed aff to hell, Henceforth this day. O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! Shall here nae mair find quarter: By th' head some day. 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. |