Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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AN ADMONITORY ADDRESS
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AN ADMONITORY ADDRESS
TO THE FREE AND INDEPENDENT ELECTORS OF THE KILMARNOCK DISTRICT OF BURGHS.
BY HUMPHREY HENKECKLE, EGG-CADGER.
Ye gude folks o' Killie, and Ruglen auld toon
I rede ye beware o' that oily-tongued loon,
The smooth-lippit, white-livered, canting C---n,
Nor mair by sic harpies be pounced on;
But a' ye gude wabsters and spinners o' woo',
An' ye wha keep knittin' at bonnets o' blue,
Wale out for yoursels, now, a gude man and true,
And such ye will find Saunders Johnston.
I rede ye beware o' that oily-tongued loon,
The smooth-lippit, white-livered, canting C---n,
Nor mair by sic harpies be pounced on;
But a' ye gude wabsters and spinners o' woo',
An' ye wha keep knittin' at bonnets o' blue,
Wale out for yoursels, now, a gude man and true,
And such ye will find Saunders Johnston.
The Saint will come down wi' his Prelatic face,
And whine ye a lang Presbyterian grace,
But kick Mr Doublecreed back to his place,
To preach to his rocks o' blue whinstone;—
What! trust to a man wha professes twa creeds,
He may adopt three yet, and tell owre his beads;
Ne'er lippen again to sic fause hollow reeds,
But trust the upright Saunders Johnston.
And whine ye a lang Presbyterian grace,
But kick Mr Doublecreed back to his place,
To preach to his rocks o' blue whinstone;—
What! trust to a man wha professes twa creeds,
He may adopt three yet, and tell owre his beads;
Ne'er lippen again to sic fause hollow reeds,
But trust the upright Saunders Johnston.
The Saint he will wheedle, the Saint he will fleech,
And twine you a sly jesuitical speech;
‘The lammies should tremble when auld foxes preach,’
Whase breath smells sae rankly o' brimstone.
But Saunders will tell you a plain, honest crack,
And never betray you by turning his back;
Then, forward, my laddies, and dinna be slack,
In backing your friend, Saunders Johnston.
And twine you a sly jesuitical speech;
‘The lammies should tremble when auld foxes preach,’
Whase breath smells sae rankly o' brimstone.
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And never betray you by turning his back;
Then, forward, my laddies, and dinna be slack,
In backing your friend, Saunders Johnston.
He ne'er will entrap you by fast-and-loose play,
He ne'er will cajole you to lead you astray,
But still keep consistent and straight on his way,
Nor e'er haud your nose to the grundstone.
Your een he'll ne'er dazzle by Saintly parade,
But do what he can to promote a free trade,—
To bring you cheap bannocks, and beef to your bread,
Then, up wi' your man, Saunders Johnston.
He ne'er will cajole you to lead you astray,
But still keep consistent and straight on his way,
Nor e'er haud your nose to the grundstone.
Your een he'll ne'er dazzle by Saintly parade,
But do what he can to promote a free trade,—
To bring you cheap bannocks, and beef to your bread,
Then, up wi' your man, Saunders Johnston.
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