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And what saw'st thou besides the craigs and chimneys?

There be six kirks,—I told them on my fingers; And, rising from the slates of every kirk, There is a tower, where great bells ring so loud, That you might hear them, standing on this sward, Were they on great Benlawers.

Tut! tut! thy ears are better than thy wits.

And saw'st thou any silken ladies there, With all their bravery on?

Ay, ladies, gentlemen, and red-coat soldiers, And plaided drovers, standing at the cross, As close as heather stalks on Hurroch moss. Ah! well I trow it is an awful place!

And well I trow the chief has business there He wishes no observer to discover, When he, of all the idle household loons, Took such an oaf as Culloch to attend him. But I'll e'en go, before he join the dance, And have a private word of him, to favour My poor old mother in her ruin'd cot.