An' manly preachers.

Sir, in that circle you are nam'd,
Sir, in that circle you are fam'd;
An' some, by whom your doctrine's blam'd,
(Which gies you honour)--
Even, sir, by them your heart's esteem'd,
An' winning manner.

Pardon this freedom I have ta'en,
An' if impertinent I've been,
Impute it not, good sir, in ane
Whase heart ne'er wrang'd ye,
But to his utmost would befriend
Ought that belang'd ye. [was yours]

A further fling at orthodoxy appeared in _The Ordination_, a piece
written to comfort the Kilmarnock liberals when an Auld Licht minister
was selected for the second charge there. The tone is again one of
ironical congratulation, and Burns describes the rejoicings of the
elect with infinite zest. Two stanzas on the church music will
illustrate his method.

Mak haste an' turn King David owre, [open the Psalms]
An' lilt wi' holy clangor; [sing]
O' double verse come gie us four [give]
An' skirl up the _Bangor_: [shriek, a Psalm-tune]
This day the Kirk kicks up a stoure, [dust]
Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her, [No more]
For Heresy is in her pow'r,