See, up he's got the word o' God,
An' meek an' mim has view'd it, [prim]
While Common Sense[20] has ta'en the road,
An' aff, an' up the Cowgate
Fast, fast, that day.

Wee Miller, neist, the Guard relieves, [next]
An' Orthodoxy raibles, [rattles by rote]
Tho' in his heart he weel believes
An' thinks it auld wives' fables:
But, faith! the birkie wants a Manse, [fellow]
So cannilie he hums them; [prudently, humbugs]
Altho' his carnal wit an' sense
Like hafflins-wise o'ercomes him [nearly half]
At times that day.

Now, butt an' ben, the Change-house fills, [outer and inner rooms]
Wi' yill-caup Commentators; [ale-cup]
Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, [rolls]
An' there the pint-stowp clatters;
While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang, [busy]
Wi' logic, an' wi' Scripture,
They raise a din, that in the end
Is like to breed a rupture
O' wrath that day.

Leeze me on drink! it gi'es us mair [blessings on]
Than either school or college;
It kindles wit, it waukens lair, [learning]
It pangs us fou o' knowledge. [crams full]