till now, aaist on ev&039;ry knowe
ye&039;ll fd ane pc&039;d;
an&039; their new-light fair avow,
jt ite barefac&039;d
nae doubt the auld-light flocks are bleat;
their zealo herds are vex&039;d an&039; sweat;
ysel&039;, i&039;ve even seen the greet
wi&039; girn spite,
to hear the oon sae sadly lied on
by word an&039; write
but shortly they will we the louns!
auld-light herds neebor touns
are d&039;t, thgs they ca&039; balloons,
to tak a flight;
an&039; stay ae onth aang the oons
an&039; see the right
guid observation they will gie the;
an&039; when the auld oon&039;s gaun to lea&039;e the,
the hdaist shaird, they&039;ll fetch it wi&039; the
jt i&039; their pouch;
an&039; when the new-light billies see the,
i thk they&039;ll crouch!
sae, ye observe that a&039; this ctter
is naethg but a “oonshe atter”;
but tho&039; dull prose-folk t sptter
logic tulyie,
i hope we bardies ken better
than d sic brulyie
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