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THE
HUE & CRY.
A
DIALOGUE,
BETWEEN
Twa Kintra Bell-men.
Some Books are lies frae end to end,
An' some great lies were never penn'd;
E’en Ministers they hae been kend.
In holy rapture,
A rousin’ whid, at times, to vend,
An nail't wi' Scripture.
An' some great lies were never penn'd;
E’en Ministers they hae been kend.
In holy rapture,
A rousin’ whid, at times, to vend,
An nail't wi' Scripture.
But this that I am gain to tell,
Which lately on a night befel.
It's just as true's the De'il's in H—ll,
Or Dublin-city:
That e'er he nearer comes oursel’
’S a muckle pity.
Burns.
Which lately on a night befel.
It's just as true's the De'il's in H—ll,
Or Dublin-city:
That e'er he nearer comes oursel’
’S a muckle pity.
Burns.
BY POET LAURIAT.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED BY T. JOHNSTON.
1823.
