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the a herds; or, the holy tulyie

an un ournfu&039; tale

“blockheads with rean wicked wits abhor,

but fool with fool is barbaro civil war,”—pope

o a&039; ye pio godly flocks,

weel fed on pastures orthodox,

wha now will keep you frae the fox,

or worryg tykes?

or wha will tent the waifs an&039; crocks,

about the dykes?

the a best herds a&039; the wast,

the e&039;er ga&039;e gospel horn a bst

these five an&039; enty sirs past—

oh, dool to tell!

hae had a bitter bck out-cast

aeen thesel&039;

o, oddie, an, an&039; wordy rsell,

how uld you raise vile a btle;

ye&039;ll see how new-light herds will whistle,

an&039; thk it fe!

the lord&039;s cae ne&039;er gat sic a istle,

s&039; i hae &039;

o, sirs! whae&039;er wad hae expeckit

your duty ye wad sae negleckit,

ye wha were ne&039;er by irds respeckit

to wear the pid;

but by the brutes theselves eleckit,

to be their guide

what flock wi&039; oodie&039;s flock uld rank?—

sae hale and hearty every shank!

nae poin&039;d or arian stank

he let the taste;

frae calv&039;s well, aye clear, drank,—

o, sic a feast!

the thuart, willcat, brock, an&039; tod,

weel kend his voice thro&039; a&039; the wood,

he sll&039;d their ilka hole an&039; road,

baith out an ;

an&039; weel he lik&039;d to shed their bid,

an&039; sell their sk

what herd like rsell tell&039;d his tale;

his voice was heard thro&039; uir and dale,

he kenn&039;d the lord&039;s sheep, ilka tail,

owre a&039; the height;

an&039; saw g they were sick or hale,

at the first sight

he fe a angy sheep uld scrub,

or nobly flg the gospel cb,

and new-light herds uld nicely drub

or pay their sk;

uld shake the o&039;er the burng dub,

or