The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie（1 / 4）
the twa herds; or, the holy tulyie
an unco mournfu' tale
“blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor,
but fool with fool is barbarous civil war,”—pope.
o a' ye pious godly flocks,
weel fed on pastures orthodox,
wha now will keep you frae the fox,
or worrying tykes?
or wha will tent the waifs an' crocks,
about the dykes?
the twa best herds in a' the wast,
the e'er ga'e gospel horn a blast
these five an' twenty simmers past—
oh, dool to tell!
hae had a bitter black out-cast
atween themsel'.
o, moddie, man, an' wordy russell,
how could you raise so vile a bustle;
ye'll see how new-light herds will whistle,
an' think it fine!
the lord's cause ne'er gat sic a twistle,
sin' i hae min'.
o, sirs! whae'er wad hae expeckit
your duty ye wad sae negleckit,
ye wha were ne'er by lairds respeckit
to wear the plaid;
but by the brutes themselves eleckit,
to be their guide.
what flock wi' moodie's flock could rank?—
sae hale and hearty every shank! ↑返回顶部↑
an unco mournfu' tale
“blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor,
but fool with fool is barbarous civil war,”—pope.
o a' ye pious godly flocks,
weel fed on pastures orthodox,
wha now will keep you frae the fox,
or worrying tykes?
or wha will tent the waifs an' crocks,
about the dykes?
the twa best herds in a' the wast,
the e'er ga'e gospel horn a blast
these five an' twenty simmers past—
oh, dool to tell!
hae had a bitter black out-cast
atween themsel'.
o, moddie, man, an' wordy russell,
how could you raise so vile a bustle;
ye'll see how new-light herds will whistle,
an' think it fine!
the lord's cause ne'er gat sic a twistle,
sin' i hae min'.
o, sirs! whae'er wad hae expeckit
your duty ye wad sae negleckit,
ye wha were ne'er by lairds respeckit
to wear the plaid;
but by the brutes themselves eleckit,
to be their guide.
what flock wi' moodie's flock could rank?—
sae hale and hearty every shank! ↑返回顶部↑