The Holy Fair（6 / 9）

  an' meek an' mim has view'd it,
  while common-sense has taen the road,
  an' aff, an' up the cowgate
  fast, fast that day.
  wee miller neist the guard relieves,
  an' orthodoxy raibles,
  tho' in his heart he weel believes,
  an' thinks it auld wives' fables:
  but faith! the birkie wants a manse,
  so, cannilie he hums them;
  altho' his carnal wit an' sense
  like hafflins-wise o'ercomes him
  at times that day.
  now, butt an' ben, the change-house fills,
  wi' yill-caup commentators;
  here 's cryin out for bakes and gills,
  an' there the pint-stowp clatters;
  while thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang,
  wi' logic an' wi' scripture,
  they raise a din, that in the end
  is like to breed a rupture
  o' wrath that day.
  leeze me on drink! it gies us mair
  than either school or college;
  it kindles wit, it waukens lear,
  it pangs us fou o' knowledge:
  be't whisky-gill or penny wheep,
  or ony stronger potion,
  it never fails, or drinkin deep,
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