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 Bud ther wur neean o' this amaze, I' neean ov oor foore elder's days, Thof ther gud deeds an' honest prayers. An' pious reeadins, Hez beean, neea doot, as gud as theeirs, Wiv all ther meetins.

Te see 'em doon o' beeath ther knees, I' kirk, or field, or under trees, Wi' brokken hearts an' teearful ees, Wur quite uncommon; An' if they hevn't deed i' t' faith, Then what's cum'd on 'em.

Te preeach 'em all geean doon te hell. It is a dreeadful teeal te tell. An' we mun wiv oor kindred dwell, Seea we, like them, Will on life's ooacean tak oor chance, An' sink or swim.

They mack sike wark amang yoong fooaks. They breeak up all oor jovial spooarts. They thin oor ranks, an' storm oor pooarts Wi' strange confusion; Ther's nowght bud we mun cry't all doon, A mere delusion.

Bud us at seldum hev attended. They deeant git us seea eeasy mended. An awd stiff yack 's nut eeasy bended, That's varry true; Bud thooase 'at winnut bend yoo see, Mun breeak i' noo.