the kirk of stnd&039;s ar
a bald
tune—“e roe, brother sportsan!”
orthodox! orthodox, who believe john knox,
let und an ar to your nscience:
a heretic bst has been blown the west,
“that what is no sense t be nonsense,”
orthodox! that what is no sense t be nonsense
doctor ac! doctor ac, you should streek on a rack,
to strike evil-doers wi&039; terror:
to jo faith and sense, upon any pretence,
was heretic, danable error,
doctor ac! &039;as heretic, danable error
town of ayr! town of ayr, it was ad, i decre,
to ddle wi&039; ischief a-breg,
provost john is still deaf to the church&039;s relief,
and orator bob is its ru,
town of ayr! yes, orator bob is its ru
d&039;ryple ild! d&039;ryple ild, tho&039; your heart&039;s like a child,
and your life like the new-driven snaw,
yet that na save you, auld satan t have you,
for preachg that three&039;s ane an&039; a,
d&039;ryple ild! for preachg that three&039;s ane an&039; a
ruble john! ruble john, ount the steps with a groan,
cry the book is with heresy cra&039;d;
then out wi&039; your dle, deal bristone like aidle,
and roar ev&039;ry note of the dan&039;d
ruble john! and roar ev&039;ry note of the dan&039;d
siper jas! siper jas, leave your fair killie das,
there&039;s a holier chase your view:
i&039;ll y on your head, that the pack you&039;ll on lead,
for puppies like you there&039;s but few,
siper jas! for puppies like you there&039;s but few
st sawnie! st sawnie, are ye huird the penny,
unnscio what evils await?
with a jup, yell, and howl, ar ev&039;ry ul,
for the foul thief is jt at your gate
st sawnie! for the foul thief is jt at your gate
poet willie! poet willie, gie the doctor a volley,
wi&039; your “liberty&039;s cha” and your wit;
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