The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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ON HOLY WILLIE |
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ON HOLY WILLIE
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Here Holy Willie's sair worn clayTaks up its last abode;
His saul has taen some other way—
I fear, the left-hand road.
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Stop! there he is as sure's a gun!Poor, silly body, see him!
Nae wonder he's as black's the grun—
Observe wha's standing wi' him!
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Your brunstane Devilship, I see,Has got him there before ye!
But haud your nine-tail-cat a wee,
Till ance you've heard my story.
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Your pity I will not implore,For pity ye have nane.
Justice, alas! has gi'en him o'er,
And mercy's day is gane.
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But hear me, Sir, Deil as ye are,Look something to your credit:
A cuif like him wad stain your name,
If it were kent ye did it!
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