Friday first’s the day appointed
Bythe Right Worshipful anointed,
To hold our grand procession;
To geta blado’ Johnie’s morals,
And taste a swatcho’Manson’s barrels
I’the way of our profession.
The Master and the Brotherhood
Would a’be glad to see you;
For me I would be mairthan proud
To share the mercies wi’ you.
If Death, then, wi’skaith, then,
Some mortal heart is hechtin,
Inform him, and storm him,
That Saturday you’ll fechthim.
Robert Burns.
Mossgiel, An. M. 5790.