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heave the

sic a—o! do i live to see&039;t?—

sic fao a should disagree&039;t,

and nas, like “vil,” “hypocrite,”

ilk ither gi&039;en,

while new-light herds, wi&039; ugh spite,

say neither&039;s lie!

a&039; ye wha tent the gospel fauld,

there&039;s duncan deep, an&039; peebles shaul,

but chiefly thou, &039;tle auld,

we trt thee,

that thou wilt work the, het an&039; cauld,

till they agree

nsider, sirs, how we&039;re beset;

there&039;s scarce a new herd that we t,

but es frae &039;ang that cursed set,

i na na;

i hope frae heav&039;n to see the yet

fiery f

dalryple has been ng our fae,

&039;gill has wrought ikle wae,

an&039; that curs&039;d rascal ca&039;d &039;hae,

and baith the shaws,

that aft hae ade bck an&039; be,

wi&039; venfu&039; paws

auld wodrow ng has hatch&039;d ischief;

we thought aye death wad brg relief;

but he has gotten, to our grief,

ane to sueed hi,

a chield wha&039;ll undly buff our beef;

i ikle dread hi

and ony a ane that i uld tell,

wha fa wad openly rebel,

forby turn-ats aang oursel&039;,

there&039;s sith for ane;

i doubt he&039;s but a grey nick ill,

an&039; that ye&039;ll f&039;

o! a&039; ye flocks o&039;er a, the hills,

by osses, adows, oors, and fells,

e, jo your unsel and your skills

to we the irds,

an&039; t the brutes the power thesel&039;s

to choose their herds

then orthodoxy yet ay prance,

an&039; learng a woody dance,

an&039; that fell cur ca&039;d on sense,

that bites sae sair,

be banished o&039;er the sea to france:

let hi bark there

then shaw&039;s an&039; d&039;ryple&039;s eloence,

&039;gill&039;s close nervo excellence

&039;hae&039;s pathetic anly sense,

an&039; guid &039;at