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 VII

THE BLAST—1875

rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod,

Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels plod—

A maist unceevil thing o' God

In mid July—

If ye'll just curse the sneckdraw, dod!

An' sae wull I!

He's a braw place in Heev'n, ye ken,

An' lea's us puir, forjaskit men

Clamjamfried in the but and ben

He ca's the earth—

A wee bit inconvenient den

No muckle worth;