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the kirk of stnd&039;s ar

a bald

tune—“e roe, brother sportsan!”

orthodox! orthodox, who believe john knox,

let und an ar to your nscience:

a heretic bst has been blown the west,

“that what is no sense t be nonsense,”

orthodox! that what is no sense t be nonsense

doctor ac! doctor ac, you should streek on a rack,

to strike evil-doers wi&039; terror:

to jo faith and sense, upon any pretence,

was heretic, danable error,

doctor ac! &039;as heretic, danable error

town of ayr! town of ayr, it was ad, i decre,

to ddle wi&039; ischief a-breg,

provost john is still deaf to the church&039;s relief,

and orator bob is its ru,

town of ayr! yes, orator bob is its ru

d&039;ryple ild! d&039;ryple ild, tho&039; your heart&039;s like a child,

and your life like the new-driven snaw,

yet that na save you, auld satan t have you,

for preachg that three&039;s ane an&039; a,

d&039;ryple ild! for preachg that three&039;s ane an&039; a

ruble john! ruble john, ount the steps with a groan,

cry the book is with heresy cra&039;d;

then out wi&039; your dle, deal bristone like aidle,

and roar ev&039;ry note of the dan&039;d

ruble john! and roar ev&039;ry note of the dan&039;d

siper jas! siper jas, leave your fair killie das,

there&039;s a holier chase your view:

i&039;ll y on your head, that the pack you&039;ll on lead,

for puppies like you there&039;s but few,

siper jas! for puppies like you there&039;s but few

st sawnie! st sawnie, are ye huird the penny,

unnscio what evils await?

with a jup, yell, and howl, ar ev&039;ry ul,

for the foul thief is jt at your gate

st sawnie! for the foul thief is jt at your gate

poet willie! poet willie, gie the doctor a volley,

wi&039; your “liberty&039;s cha” and your wit;

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