The Brigs Of Ayr（7 / 9）
wha waste your weel-hain'd gear on damn'd new brigs and harbours!”
new brig
“now haud you there! for faith ye've said enough,
and muckle mair than ye can mak to through.
as for your priesthood, i shall say but little,
corbies and clergy are a shot right kittle:
but, under favour o' your langer beard,
abuse o' magistrates might weel be spar'd;
to liken them to your auld-warld squad,
i must needs say, comparisons are odd.
in ayr, wag-wits nae mair can hae a handle
to mouth 'a citizen,' a term o' scandal;
nae mair the council waddles down the street,
in all the pomp of ignorant conceit;
men wha grew wise priggin owre hops and raisins,
or gather'd lib'ral views in bonds and seisins:
if haply knowledge, on a random tramp,
had shor'd them with a glimmer of his lamp,
and would to common-sense for once betray'd them,
plain, dull stupidity stept kindly in to aid them.”
what farther clish-ma-claver aight been said,
what bloody wars, if sprites had blood to shed,
no man can tell; but, all before their sight,
a fairy train appear'd in order bright;
adown the glittering stream they featly danc'd;
bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd:
they footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat,
the infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet:
while arts of minstrelsy among them rung,
and soul-ennobling bards heroic ditties sung. ↑返回顶部↑
new brig
“now haud you there! for faith ye've said enough,
and muckle mair than ye can mak to through.
as for your priesthood, i shall say but little,
corbies and clergy are a shot right kittle:
but, under favour o' your langer beard,
abuse o' magistrates might weel be spar'd;
to liken them to your auld-warld squad,
i must needs say, comparisons are odd.
in ayr, wag-wits nae mair can hae a handle
to mouth 'a citizen,' a term o' scandal;
nae mair the council waddles down the street,
in all the pomp of ignorant conceit;
men wha grew wise priggin owre hops and raisins,
or gather'd lib'ral views in bonds and seisins:
if haply knowledge, on a random tramp,
had shor'd them with a glimmer of his lamp,
and would to common-sense for once betray'd them,
plain, dull stupidity stept kindly in to aid them.”
what farther clish-ma-claver aight been said,
what bloody wars, if sprites had blood to shed,
no man can tell; but, all before their sight,
a fairy train appear'd in order bright;
adown the glittering stream they featly danc'd;
bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd:
they footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat,
the infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet:
while arts of minstrelsy among them rung,
and soul-ennobling bards heroic ditties sung. ↑返回顶部↑