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 4 Now Chanticleer may crously craw, These cruel days are a' awa. Humanity now holds her reign, Abolish'd is the cursed main; Save by an idle thoughtless few, Who still these savage sports pursue ; An outrage to the God of nature, Who gave to man earth's every creature, Not wantonly to trample under, Nor tear their hearts and limbs asunder, But only for his moderate use; For why should man thus craw sae crouse, But for kind heaven's strange ordination He had not had so proud a station. Short is his reign, sacred his trust, A reckoning.give one day he must; And mercy he can only find Who has been merciful and kind. Quick thro' the streets the crowds are rinning For now the fun is just beginning, Down to the cross they all resort To see the tricks and curious sport. The youngsters there are all a-jouking, De'il give them a' a hearty drouking; De'il nor they have to wring their sarks That gangs to see the water warks.