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Daddy Auld! daddy Auld, there'a a tod in the fauld,
A tod meikle waur than the clerk;
Tho' ye do little skaith, ye'll be in at the death,
For gif ye canna bite, ye may bark,
Daddy Auld!^16 Gif ye canna bite, ye may bark.
Holy Will! holy Will, there was wit in your skull,
When ye pilfer'd the alms o' the poor;
The timmer is scant when ye're taen for a saunt,
Wha should swing in a rape for an hour,
Holy Will!^17 Ye should swing in a rape for an hour.
Calvin's sons! Calvin's sons, seize your spiritual guns,
Ammunition you never can need;
[Footnote 12: David Grant, Ochiltree.--R.B.]
[Footnote 13: George Smith, Galston.--R.B.]
[Footnote 14: John Shepherd Muirkirk.--R.B.]
[Footnote 15: Dr. Andrew Mitchel, Monkton.--R.B.]
[Footnote 16: William Auld, Mauchline; for the clerk, see
"Holy Willie"s prayer.--R.B.]
[Footnote 17: Vide the "Prayer" of this saint.--R.B.]
Your hearts are the stuff will be powder enough,
And your skulls are a storehouse o' lead,
Calvin's sons! Your skulls are a storehouse o' lead.


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