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A Lowden Sabbath Morn

Роберт Льюис Стивенсон
A Lowden Sabbath Morn

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Wales out the
portions,
An' yirks the tüne into the air
Wi' queer
contortions.
 
XVIII
 
Follows the prayer, the readin'
next,
An' than the fisslin' for the
text —
The twa-three last to find it,
vext
But kind o' proud;
An' than the peppermints are
raxed,
An' southernwood.
 
XIX
 
For noo's the time whan pows
are seen
Nid-noddin' like a mandareen;
When tenty mithers stap a
preen
In sleepin' weans;
An' nearly half the parochine
Forget their pains.
 
XX
 
There's just a waukrif' twa or
three:
Thrawn commentautors sweer
to 'gree,
Weans glowrin' at the bumlin'
bee
On windie-glasses,
Or lads that tak a keek a-glee
At sonsie lasses.
 
XXI
 
Himsel', meanwhile, frae
whaur he cocks
An' bobs belaw the soundin'-box,
The treesures of his words unlocks
Wi' prodigality,
An' deals some unco dingin'
knocks
To infidality.
 
XXII
 
Wi' sappy unction, hoo he
burkes
The hopes o' men that trust in
works,
Expounds the fau'ts o' ither
kirks,
An' shaws the best
o' them
No muckle better than mere
Turks,
When a's confessed
o' them.
 
XXIII
 
Bethankit! what a bonny
 
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