The Holy Fair（4 / 9）

  for fun this day.
  here, some are thinkin on their sins,
  an' some upo' their claes;
  ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins,
  anither sighs an' prays:
  on this hand sits a chosen swatch,
  wi' screwed-up, grace-proud faces;
  on that a set o' chaps, at watch,
  thrang winkin on the lasses
  to chairs that day.
  o happy is that man, an' blest!
  nae wonder that it pride him!
  whase ain dear lass, that he likes best,
  comes clinkin down beside him!
  wi' arms repos'd on the chair back,
  he sweetly does compose him;
  which, by degrees, slips round her neck,
  an's loof upon her bosom,
  unkend that day.
  now a' the congregation o'er
  is silent expectation;
  for moodie speels the holy door,
  wi' tidings o' damnation:
  should hornie, as in ancient days,
  'mang sons o' god present him,
  the vera sight o' moodie's face,
  to 's ain het hame had sent him
  wi' fright that day.
  hear how he clears the point o' faith
  wi' rattlin and wi' thumpin! ↑返回顶部↑