The Ordination（4 / 5）

  but now his honour maun detach,
  wi' a' his brimstone squadrons,
  fast, fast this day.
  see, see auld orthodoxy's faes
  she's swingein thro' the city!
  hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays!
  i vow it's unco pretty:
  there, learning, with his greekish face,
  grunts out some latin ditty;
  and common-sense is gaun, she says,
  to mak to jamie beattie
  her plaint this day.
  but there's morality himsel',
  embracing all opinions;
  hear, how he gies the tither yell,
  between his twa companions!
  see, how she peels the skin an' fell,
  as ane were peelin onions!
  now there, they're packed aff to hell,
  an' banish'd our dominions,
  henceforth this day.
  o happy day! rejoice, rejoice!
  come bouse about the porter!
  morality's demure decoys
  shall here nae mair find quarter:
  mackinlay, russell, are the boys
  that heresy can torture;
  they'll gie her on a rape a hoyse,
  and cowe her measure shorter
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