The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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March of Intellect.
Then fye let us a' to subscribing,
Since siller is no worth a plack,
And the pence in the kist that lay mouling,
Will be turned into pounds in a crack!
With our scheming, and steaming, and dreaming,
Can no cash-burdened Joint-stock be found
To fill the auld moon wi' whale blubber,
And light her up a' the year round?
Since siller is no worth a plack,
And the pence in the kist that lay mouling,
Will be turned into pounds in a crack!
With our scheming, and steaming, and dreaming,
Can no cash-burdened Joint-stock be found
To fill the auld moon wi' whale blubber,
And light her up a' the year round?
Now thieves will be nabb'd by the thousand,
And houses insured by the street;
And share-holders will scarcely know whether
They walk on their heads or their feet.
The Celtic will soon compass breeches;
The shoe-black will swagger in pumps;
And phrenologists club for old perukes,
To cover their assinine bumps.
And houses insured by the street;
And share-holders will scarcely know whether
They walk on their heads or their feet.
The Celtic will soon compass breeches;
The shoe-black will swagger in pumps;
And phrenologists club for old perukes,
To cover their assinine bumps.
Alack for our grandfathers musty!
Of such on-goings ne'er did they dream;
Soon our Jockies will bizz out, at gloaming,
To court their kind Jennies by steam;
And the world shall be turned topsy-turvy;
And the patients their doctors will bleed;
And the dandy, by true gravitation,
Shall go waltz on the crown of his head.
Of such on-goings ne'er did they dream;
Soon our Jockies will bizz out, at gloaming,
To court their kind Jennies by steam;
And the world shall be turned topsy-turvy;
And the patients their doctors will bleed;
And the dandy, by true gravitation,
Shall go waltz on the crown of his head.
Then fye let us a' to subscribing,
And build up a tower to the moon;
An' get fu' on the tap, and, in daffing,
Dad out the wee stars wi' our shoon;—
Then, hey, fal de ray, fal de rady,
Let's see a' how proud we can be,
And build ower a brig to Kirkcaldy,
And drown a' the French in the sea!
And build up a tower to the moon;
An' get fu' on the tap, and, in daffing,
Dad out the wee stars wi' our shoon;—
Then, hey, fal de ray, fal de rady,
Let's see a' how proud we can be,
And build ower a brig to Kirkcaldy,
And drown a' the French in the sea!
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