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 jist a bit callan' o' twenty, 
 
 And bran' new oot frae the collidge ; 
 
 But they tell me wha ken that he's g\eg 
 wi' the pen, 
 
 And his heid's fu' o' book-lear and 
 knowledge. 
 
 And O but he'sgraun', graun', 
 
 And O but he's deep, deep, 
 
 Tho'I canna complain, for I never knew 
 ane 
 That cud send me sae sune to sleep. 
 
 *lp\E'S the nattiest man i' the parish, 
 
 ■■*/ There's no anither sae braw', 
 
 Wi' his bonnie surtou' o* the bluey -black hue. 
 
 And his roond aboot collar and a*. 
 
 And O but he's spry, spry. 
 
 And O but he's sweet, sweet, 
 
 Wi' ** how-d'ye-do ? " and " good morning 
 to you," 
 
 When he passes ye oot i' the street. 
 
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;>)E'S a wise-luikin' chiel V the poopit, 
 
 For he's no sic an ill-faurit loon ; 
 
 And the specs on his nose gie a look 
 o repose, 
 
 When they've riggit him up i'the goon. 
 
 And O but he's graun', graun', 
 
 And O but he's braw, braw, 
 
 He has sicna a pooler he can daud oot the stour, 
 
 Owre the buikboard and choir and a'. 
 
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 E'S the gleggest bit laddie at preachin', 
 
 Wi' his stars and the rummlin' spheres, 
 There's no ane cud hear it and ever grow wearit. 
 We're aften a' meJtit to tears. 
 And O but he's glib, glib. 
 And O but he's canty, canty, 
 If ca'd on to speak either Latin or Greek 
 He'd just spiel owre yer Shakespir and Danty ! 
 
 E'S mebbe a wee bit conceitit, 
 
 Tho' I winna jist say that's a failin' ; 
 
 And he's apt to forget there's the den- 
 ner tc het, 
 
 Eh ? What ! Is the ither kirk scalin' ? 
 
 O I O ! but he's dreich, dreich ! 
 
 O ! O ! but he's lang, lang ! 
 
 If he disna stop preachin,' we'll sune 
 stop our fleechin', 
 
 I wish he'd gae aflf the fang. 
 

 RE fairly deaved on SawDaths noo, 
 
 Oor vera lugs are sair ; 
 They've got the kist o' whustles in, 
 
 Wi' some new-fangletl player, 
 WhaurTammas Lowrie set the tune 
 
 For fifty years and mair. 
 
 DOUR and thrawnlike man was 
 Tarn, 
 
 Wi' lungs o' brass and airn ; 
 
 A massy pow wi' lyart locks, 
 
 Like some auld chieftain's cairn ; 
 
 And somewhaur ben, tho' sneckit 
 up, 
 
 The hert o' a wee bairn. 
 
 mWlLFU' man maun hae his w'y, 
 Tarn never cared a haet, 
 
 He picked his tunes and sang them 
 thro' 
 
 At his ain shachlin' gait ; 
 
 Wi' speerit!" cried the meenister, 
 
 But Tammas took " Retreat." 
 
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 OO sicna pride has aye its fa', 
 As Tarn fund till his cost ; 
 
 And frae that waefu' day o' shame 
 Ye'd never hear him boast ; 
 
 Ae Sawbath morn he took the desk 
 Sair trachled wi' a hoast. 
 
 E ettled first the ** Martyrs " tune, 
 When somethin' took the gee, 
 
 And aff he gaed to dim' " Coleshill," 
 But brocht up i' " Dundee 
 
 And when he made for " Newington," 
 Twas " Martyrdom " to me. 
 
 MIGHTY man o' sang he was 
 
 Afore he *gan to dwine ; 
 Time played the mischief wi' his v'ice, 
 
 But left the willin' min' ; 
 And aye we kept him i' the desk 
 
 For days* o' auld lang syne. 
 
 EATH cam' to ithers ; lang we thocht 
 He'd never come for Tam ; 
 
 Oh, why, man, did ye try high G 
 And bring on sic a dwam ? 
 
 O- ever we c'ud fetch a " nip," 
 Death fund it oot and cam'. 
 
lit DOWIE and wae for the Sawbaths are 
 sad noo, 
 
 And weary the kirk-road by what it 
 has been, 
 
 And the soon' o' the bell ne'er mak's 
 my hert glad noo, 
 
 Sin' they worship the Lord wi' that 
 pumpin'-machine. 
 
 h, sair did we plead at the deith o' 
 Tarn Lowrie, 
 
 They'd thole wi' the auld fowk wha 
 held it a sin ; 
 
 ut the younkers were wud and they 
 cared na a cowry, 
 
 They bocht them an organ and 
 biggit it in. 
 
 'HE^hadna a player, but seekers cam' heapin', 
 
 And Sawbaths were tint in a graun' playin' match ; 
 An orra ane sairly his worship was keepin' — 
 
 The lave had an eye to the wale o* the batch. 
 Ah, brawly I min' when we croodit the preachin'. 
 
 But sweer i' thae days are the younkers to come ; 
 Noo gie them their fill o' this blawin' and screechin' ; 
 
 The kirk '11 be techt as the heid o a drum. 
 
 'TTHE feck o' the men were for wee Robin Pirrett, 
 ^ A douce, canny chiel and a son o' the manse ; 
 
 He's a wee auld and crabbit, and twice he's been mairret, 
 
 But wae's the puir body, he hadna a chance ; 
 For the lassies a' plumpit for Donal McEwen, 
 
 As ilka ane hopit to tak' him in tow— 
 A bonnie bit birkie, aye smirkin' and booin', 
 Wi' a heidfu' o' hair like a stack in a lowe. 
 
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 HERE'S nae peace ava noo for Donal's aye dirlin', 
 
 He's at it afore I can win to the laft ; 
 He vows that our Herts are uplift by the skirlin'— 
 
 There's times I jalouse that the creatur' is daft. 
 Oh I lo'ed the auld Psawlms as they lilted them slowly, 
 
 But the gait that they're sung noo wud onythin' cow ; 
 And after the Blessin* the silence seemed holy, 
 
 Noo he gars us a' flee wi' that rcwdy-dow-dow. 
 
 LK ane has his nest that some ither will harry, 
 
 And mine was the kirk wi' its sough o' the Past ; 
 It's gane, and there's nocht but the mind o't to carry 
 
 .Vhaur the deid are foregathered, forgotten at last. 
 Sair, sair, is my hert noo my life's at the gloamin', 
 
 As a stranger I sit in the kirk o' my freen's ; 
 But I dream o' the sang that I'll hear at my homin', 
 
 In the land o' th2 leal whaur they need nae machines. 
 
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 E ne'er saw sic a solemn chiel 
 
 As oor respectit beadle ; 
 Hech, sirs ! ye'd think he wasna weel, 
 
 A face as lang 's a fiddle, 
 When, climin' up the poopit stairs, 
 
 He tak's the bulks o' Sunday : 
 Ne'er fash ; if it is lang the day, 
 
 It'll be as broad o' Monday. 
 
 MHEN, cockit up, he sits his lane 
 Fornenst the vestry door. 
 The laddies daur na gie a cheep, 
 Z. Their faithers daur na snore 
 =" He glowers sae glum ; ye'd think the chiel 
 : The pink o' a' decorum ; 
 Just wait the mcrn, and see him leg 
 The reel o' Tullochgorum. 
 
 aND gin he staun's ahint the " plate," 
 Wi' luiks o' soor dejection. 
 There's never ane daur gang that gate 
 
 And no put in ** collection." 
 They ken the body is na blate 
 To spier if trade is dwinin' ; 
 But nane e'er kent the loon himsel' 
 To gie the plate a linin*. 
 
♦fl\IS w'y is law aboot the kirk 
 "•' He kens as weel as ony ; 
 And gin ye daur to meddle him 
 
 A birsy man is Johnnie. 
 The wind may blaw or het or cauld, 
 
 And folk be blithe or sober, 
 He'll damp the fires the end o' March, 
 
 And licht them in October. 
 
 ||^E needna sniff aroon' the kirk, 
 ^ As if it wantit airin' ; 
 Gin Johnnie sees ye trying that, 
 
 My word ! ye'll get your fairin'. 
 He teirt the meenister himsel', 
 Wha ca'd it " foul " to gall 'im, 
 ** It has a maist releegious feel. 
 And smells uncommon solemn." 
 
 /^OR beadle's a by-or'-nar' chiel, 
 ^^ Whatever w'y ye tak' him ; 
 The poo'ers abune micht change his wull. 
 
 But nane on earth '11 mak' him ; 
 Tho' ilka time he gangs his gate 
 We vow we'll mak' him rue it, 
 But juist as sure's he tries 't again 
 We girn and let him do it. 
 
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