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There's naething like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
I've seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,--
Ought less is little--
Then back I rattle on the rhyme,
As gleg's a whittle.


The Holy Fair^1
A robe of seeming truth and trust
Hid crafty Observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The dirk of Defamation:
[Footnote 1: "Holy Fair" is a common phrase in the west of Scotland
for a sacramental occasion.--R. B.]
A mask that like the gorget show'd,
Dye-varying on the pigeon;
And for a mantle large and broad,
He wrapt him in Religion.
Hypocrisy A-La-Mode
Upon a simmer Sunday morn
When Nature's face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An' snuff the caller air.
The rising sun owre Galston muirs
Wi' glorious light was glintin;
The hares were hirplin down the furrs,
The lav'rocks they were chantin
Fu' sweet that day.


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