Books and other items printed in Gaelic from 1801 to 1840 > Poems in English, Scotch, and Gaelic, on various subjects

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Or whang't them down like new made cheese.
Or scowder'd them like scones o' pease,
Or birz'd them to contrition,
By the haly Inquisition.
The gude King Lud * o' glorious fame,
A solid prop that bare our name,
He cow'd their lugs, an gied sic blows,
That hereticks durstna blaw their nose.
An' pious Moll f ayont the water,
'Gainst whom they rais'd sic noise an' clatter,
For keepin' back malignant fevers
Fryth'd an' brander'd twa three livers:
What need they scaul' at our wee Sister ?
What was't a' but like a blister?
To name our Frien's we hae-na time,
Nor put their virtuous deeds in rhyme;
But rest their sauls in ilka age !
Their pious actions grac'd our page.
* Lewis XIV. f Mary Queen of England.