O Moodie, man, an' wordy Russell, How could you raise so vile a bustle? Ye'll see how New-Light herds will whistle, [Notes] What flock wi' Moodie's flock could rank, Sae hale an' hearty every shank ? Nae poison'd, soor Arminian stank He let them taste; But Calvin's fountainhead they drank O, sic a feast! sound; leg pond polecat, wildcat, badger and fox VI The thummart, wilcat, brock, an' tod An' weel he lik'd to shed their bluid every if VII What herd like Russell tell'd his tale? An' tell'd gin they were sick or hale scabbed puddle VIII He fine a mangy sheep could scrub ; Or heave them in. should have IX Sic twa-O, do I live to see 't? Sic famous twa sud disagree't, Cont. THE TWA HERDS 23 An' names like villain, hypocrite, Ilk ither gi'en, While New-Light herds wi' laughin spite X A' ye wha tent the gospel fauld, Thee Duncan deep, an' Peebles shaul', We trust in thee, That thou wilt work them hot an' cauld XI Consider, sirs, how we're beset: There's scarce a new herd that we get But comes frae 'mang that cursed set I hope frae heav'n to see them yet XII Dalrymple has been lang our fae, Each other lying shallow will not much blue fellow; bang XIII Auld Wodrow lang has hatch'd mischief: Ane to succeed him, A chield wha 'll soundly buff our beef- more Besides [Notes] XIV An' monie mae that I could tell, There's Smith for ane- I doubt he's but a greyneck still, bogs; hillsides daunt XV O a' ye flocks o'er a' the hills, By mosses, meadows, moors, an' fells, An' get the brutes the power themsels To chuse their herds! halter XVI Then Orthodoxy yet may prance, |