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  she grew mair bright.
  this was deny'd, it was affirm'd;
  the herds and hissels were alarm'd
  the rev'rend gray-beards rav'd an' storm'd,
  that beardless laddies
  should think they better wer inform'd,
  than their auld daddies.
  frae less to mair, it gaed to sticks;
  frae words an' aiths to clours an' nicks;
  an monie a fallow gat his licks,
  wi' hearty crunt;
  an' some, to learn them for their tricks,
  were hang'd an' brunt.
  this game was play'd in mony lands,
  an' auld-light caddies bure sic hands,
  that faith, the youngsters took the sands
  wi' nimble shanks;
  till lairds forbad, by strict commands,
  sic bluidy pranks.
  but new-light herds gat sic a cowe,
  folk thought them ruin'd stick-an-stowe;
  till now, amaist on ev'ry knowe
  ye'll find ane plac'd;
  an' some their new-light fair avow,
  just quite barefac'd.
  nae doubt the auld-light flocks are bleatin;
  their zealous herds are vex'd an' sweatin;
  mysel', i've even seen them greetin
  wi' girnin spite,
  to hear the moon sae sadly lied on ↑返回顶部↑