. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. at. He gets his fairin! But just as he began to tell, Tlie aidd kirk-hanimer strak the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal. Which raisd us baith:I took the way that pleasd mysel. And sae did Death Ijri 2Jalij /air. A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty observation;And secret hunsr, with poisond crust, The dirk of Defamation :A mask that like the gorget showd, Dye-varying on the pigeon;And for a rnantle large and broad, He wrapt him in Religion. Hypocrisy a-la-mode. (11,) Upon a simmer Sunday morn. When Natures face is fair,I
. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. at. He gets his fairin! But just as he began to tell, Tlie aidd kirk-hanimer strak the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal. Which raisd us baith:I took the way that pleasd mysel. And sae did Death Ijri 2Jalij /air. A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty observation;And secret hunsr, with poisond crust, The dirk of Defamation :A mask that like the gorget showd, Dye-varying on the pigeon;And for a rnantle large and broad, He wrapt him in Religion. Hypocrisy a-la-mode. (11,) Upon a simmer Sunday morn. When Natures face is fair,I walked forth to view the corn. And snuff the cauler air,The rising sun owre Galston muirs, Wi glorious light was ghntin;Tlie hares were hirplin down the furs. The lavrocks they were chantiaFu sweet that day. As lightsomely I glowrd abroad. To see a scene sae gay,Tliree hizzies, early at the road. Cam skelpin up the way ;Twa had manteeles o dolefu black. But ane wi lyart lining;The third, that gaed a-wee a-back. Was in the fashion shining,Fu gay that day. HAI,L)WF,P,N THE HOLY FAIR. lU The twa appcard like sisters twin. In feature, form, and claes;Their visage witherd, laiig, and thin. And sour as ony slaes :Tlie third cam up, liap-step-an-lowp. As hght as ony \\ i a cnrchie low did stoop. As soon as eer she saw rae, Fu kind that day. Wi bonnet aff, quoth I, Sweet lass, I think ye seem to ken me;Im sure Ive seen that bonny fiice. But yet I canna name she, and laughiu as she spak. And taks me by the hands,Ye, for my sake, hae gien the feek. Of a the ten commands A screed some day. My name is Fun—your cronie dear. The nearest friend ye hae;And this is Superstition here. And thats gaun to iMauchline holy fair. To s]iend an hour in daffin:Gin yell go there, yon runkld pair. We will get famous laughin At them this day. Qucth I With a my heart, Ill dot; I11 get my Sundays sark on,And meet you on the holj spot— Faith, wese hae fine remarkin !Then I ga
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