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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Fair, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Upon a simmer Sunday morn,<br>2 When Nature's face is fair,<br>3 I walked forth to view the corn<br>4 An' snuff the caller air.<br>5 The risin' sun owre Galston muirs<br>6 Wi' glorious light was glintin,<br>7 The hares were hirplin down the furrs,<br>8 The lav'rocks they were chantin<br>9 Fu' sweet that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10 As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad<br>11 To see a scene sae gay,<br>12 Three hizzies, early at the road,<br>13 Cam skelpin up the way.<br>14 Twa had manteeles o' dolefu' black,<br>15 But ane wi' lyart linin;<br>16 The third, that gaed a wee a-back,<br>17 Was in the fashion shining<br>18 Fu' gay that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19 The twa appear'd like sisters twin<br>20 In feature, form, an' claes;<br>21 Their visage wither'd, lang an' thin,<br>22 An' sour as ony slaes.<br>23 The third cam up, hap-step-an'-lowp,<br>24 As light as ony lambie,<br>25 An' wi' a curchie low did stoop,<br>26 As soon as e'er she saw me,<br>27 Fu' kind that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">28 Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, &quot;Sweet lass,<br>29 I think ye seem to ken me;<br>30 I'm sure I've seen that bonie face,<br>31 But yet I canna name ye.&quot;<br>32 Quo' she, an' laughin as she spak,<br>33 An' taks me by the han's,<br>34 &quot;Ye, for my sake, hae gien the feck<br>35 Of a' the ten comman's<br>36 A screed some day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 &quot;My name is Fun--your cronie dear,<br>38 The nearest friend ye hae;<br>39 An' this is Superstition here,<br>40 An' that's Hypocrisy.<br>41 I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair,<br>42 To spend an hour in daffin:<br>43 Gin ye'll go there, you runkl'd pair,<br>44 We will get famous laughin<br>45 At them this day.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">46 Quoth I, &quot;With a' my heart, I'll do't:<br>47 I'll get my Sunday's sark on,<br>48 An' meet you on the holy spot;<br>49 Faith, we'se hae fine remarkin!&quot;<br>50 Then I gaed hame at crowdie-time<br>51 An' soon I made me ready;<br>52 For roads were clad frae side to side<br>53 Wi' monie a wearie body<br>54 In droves that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">55 Here, farmers gash, in ridin graith,<br>56 Gaed hoddin by their cotters,<br>57 There swankies young, in braw braidclaith<br>58 Are springin owre the gutters.<br>59 The lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang,<br>60 In silks an' scarlets glitter,<br>61 Wi' sweet-milk cheese in mony a whang,<br>62 An' farls, bak'd wi' butter,<br>63 Fu' crump that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">64 When by the plate we set our nose,<br>65 Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,<br>66 A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws,<br>67 An' we maun draw our tippence.<br>68 Then in we go to see the show:<br>69 On ev'ry side they're gath'rin,<br>70 Some carryin dails, some chairs an' stools,<br>71 An' some are busy bleth'rin<br>72 Right loud that day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">82 Here some are thinkin on their sins,<br>83 An' some upo' their claes;<br>84 Ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins,<br>85 Anither sighs an' prays:<br>86 On this hand sits a chosen swatch,<br>87 Wi' screw'd-up grace-proud faces;<br>88 On that a set o' chaps at watch,<br>89 Thrang winkin on the lasses<br>90 To chairs that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">91 O happy is that man and blest!<br>92 Nae wonder that it pride him!<br>93 Whase ain dear lass that he likes best,<br>94 Comes clinkin down beside him!<br>95 Wi' arm repos'd on the chair back,<br>96 He sweetly does compose him;<br>97 Which by degrees slips round her neck,<br>98 An's loof upon her bosom,<br>99 Unken'd that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">100 Now a' the congregation o'er<br>101 Is silent expectation;<br>102 For Moodie speels the holy door,<br>103 Wi' tidings o' salvation.<br>104 Should Hornie, as in ancient days,<br>105 'Mang sons o' God present him,<br>106 The vera sight o' Moodie's face<br>107 To's ain het hame had sent him<br>108 Wi' fright that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">109 Hear how he clears the points o' faith<br>110 Wi' rattlin an' wi' thumpin!<br>111 Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath<br>112 He's stampin, an' he's jumpin!<br>113 His lengthen'd chin, his turn'd-up snout,<br>114 His eldritch squeal and gestures,<br>115 Oh, how they fire the heart devout<br>116 Like cantharidian plaisters,<br>117 On sic a day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">118 But hark! the tent has chang'd its voice:<br>119 There's peace and rest nae langer;<br>120 For a' the real judges rise,<br>121 They canna sit for anger.<br>122 Smith opens out his cauld harangues,<br>123 On practice and on morals;<br>124 An' aff the godly pour in thrangs,<br>125 To gie the jars an' barrels<br>126 A lift that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">127 What signifies his barren shine<br>128 Of moral pow'rs and reason?<br>129 His English style an' gesture fine<br>130 Are a' clean out o' season.<br>131 Like Socrates or Antonine<br>132 Or some auld pagan heathen,<br>133 The moral man he does define,<br>134 But ne'er a word o' faith in<br>135 That's right that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">136 In guid time comes an antidote<br>137 Against sic poison'd nostrum;<br>138 For Peebles, frae the water-fit,<br>139 Ascends the holy rostrum:<br>140 See, up he's got the word o' God<br>141 An' meek an' mim has view'd it,<br>142 While Common Sense has ta'en the road,<br>143 An's aff, an' up the Cowgate<br>144 Fast, fast that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">145 Wee Miller niest the Guard relieves,<br>146 An' Orthodoxy raibles,<br>147 Tho' in his heart he weel believes<br>148 An' thinks it auld wives' fables:<br>149 But faith! the birkie wants a Manse,<br>150 So cannilie he hums them;<br>151 Altho' his carnal wit an' sense<br>152 Like hafflins-wise o'ercomes him<br>153 At times that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">154 Now butt an' ben the change-house fills<br>155 Wi' yill-caup commentators:<br>156 Here's cryin out for bakes an gills,<br>157 An' there the pint-stowp clatters;<br>158 While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang,<br>159 Wi' logic an' wi' Scripture,<br>160 They raise a din, that in the end<br>161 Is like to breed a rupture<br>162 O' wrath that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">163 Leeze me on drink! it gies us mair<br>164 Than either school or college<br>165 It kindles wit, it waukens lear,<br>166 It pangs us fou o' knowledge.<br>167 Be't whisky-gill or penny-wheep,<br>168 Or ony stronger potion,<br>169 It never fails, on drinkin deep,<br>170 To kittle up our notion<br>171 By night or day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">172 The lads an' lasses, blythely bent<br>173 To mind baith saul an' body,<br>174 Sit round the table weel content,<br>175 An' steer about the toddy,<br>176 On this ane's dress an' that ane's leuk<br>177 They're makin observations;<br>178 While some are cozie i' the neuk,<br>179 An' forming assignations<br>180 To meet some day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">181 But now the Lord's ain trumpet touts,<br>182 Till a' the hills rae rairin,<br>183 An' echoes back return the shouts--<br>184 Black Russell is na sparin.<br>185 His piercing words, like highlan' swords,<br>186 Divide the joints an' marrow;<br>187 His talk o' hell, whare devils dwell,<br>188 Our vera &quot;sauls does harrow&quot;<br>189 Wi' fright that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">190 A vast, unbottom'd, boundless pit,<br>191 Fill'd fou o' lowin brunstane,<br>192 Whase ragin flame, an' scorching heat<br>193 Wad melt the hardest whun-stane!<br>194 The half-asleep start up wi' fear<br>195 An' think they hear it roarin,<br>196 When presently it does appear<br>197 'Twas but some neibor snorin,<br>198 Asleep that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">199 'Twad be owre lang a tale to tell,<br>200 How mony stories past,<br>201 An' how they crouded to the yill,<br>202 When they were a' dismist:<br>203 How drink gaed round in cogs an' caups<br>204 Amang the furms an' benches:<br>205 An' cheese and bred frae women's laps<br>206 Was dealt about in lunches<br>207 An' dauds that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">208 In comes a gausie, gash guidwife<br>209 An' sits down by the fire,<br>210 Syne draws her kebbuck an' her knife;<br>211 The lasses they are shyer:<br>212 The auld guidmen, about the grace<br>213 Frae side to side they bother,<br>214 Till some ane by his bonnet lays,<br>215 And gi'es them't like a tether<br>216 Fu' lang that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">217 Waesucks! for him that gets nae lass,<br>218 Or lasses that hae naething!<br>219 Sma' need has he to say a grace,<br>220 Or melvie his braw clathing!<br>221 O wives, be mindfu' ance yoursel<br>222 How bonie lads ye wanted,<br>223 An' dinna for a kebbuck-heel<br>224 Let lasses be affronted<br>225 On sic a day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">226 Now Clinkumbell, wi' rattlin tow,<br>227 Begins to jow an' croon;<br>228 Some swagger hame the best they dow,<br>229 Some wait the afternoon.<br>230 At slaps the billies halt a blink,<br>231 Till lasses strip their shoon:<br>232 Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink,<br>233 They're a' in famous tune<br>234 For crack that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">235 How monie hearts this day converts<br>236 O' sinners and o' lasses<br>237 Their hearts o' stane, gin night, are gane<br>238 As saft as ony flesh is.<br>239 There's some are fou o' love divine,<br>240 There's some are fou o' brandy;<br>241 An' monie jobs that day begin,<br>242 May end in houghmagandie<br>243 Some ither day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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2 When Nature's face is fair,
3 I walked forth to view the corn
4 An' snuff the caller air.
5 The risin' sun owre Galston muirs
6 Wi' glorious light was glintin,
7 The hares were hirplin down the furrs,
8 The lav'rocks..."></div>
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