THE ORDINATION. For sense they little owe to frugal Heav'n.- I. KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an' claw An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, O' a' denominations; Swith to the Luigh Kirk, ane an' a', For joy this day. II. Curst Common-sense, that imp o' h-ll, Wi' dirt this day. Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk. III. Mak haste an' turn king David owre, 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 she'll whang her Wi' pith this day. IV. Come, let a proper text be read, Or Phineas3 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, That Stipend is a carnal weed He taks but for the fashion; 2 Genesis, ix. 22. Spare them nae day. 3 Numbers, xxv. 8. 4 Exodus, iv. 25. D VI. Now, auld Kilmarnock, cock thy tail, Nae mair thou'lt rowte out-owre the dale, An' runts o' grace the pick and wale, No gi'en by way o' dainty, But ilka day. VII. Nae mair by Babel's streams we'll weep, To think upon our Zion; And hing our fiddles up to sleep, Come, screw the pegs wi' tunefu' cheep, O, 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 sound this day. Now R** IX. **** harangue nae mair, But steek your gab for ever: An' turn a Carpet-weaver Aff-hand this day. X. M***** and you were just a match, An' aye he catch'd the tither wretch, But now his honour maun detach, XI. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes She's swingein thro' the city; Hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays! I vow it's unco pretty: There, Learning, wi' his Greekish face, An' Common Sense is gaun, she says, Her plaint this day. XII. But there's Morality himsel, Hear, how he gies the tither yell, Now there-they're packed aff to hell, Henceforth this day. XIII. O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! Shall here nae mair find quarter: They'll gie her on a rape a hoyse, By th' head some day. XIV. Come, bring the tither mutchkin in, We'll light a spunk, and, every skin, Like oil, some day. 5 New Light is a cant phrase, in the West of Scotland, for those religious opinions which Dr. Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously. |