THE SITTING OF THE SESSION. PHOEBUS, sair cow'd wi' Simmer's hight, Which heese the heart o' dowie wight That thro' them gaes. Weel loes me o' you, Business! now; Withouten fill O' dribbles frae the gude brown cow, The Court o' Session, weel wat I, Pits ilk chiel's whittle i' the pye; Can criesh the slaw-gaun wheels whan dry, Till Session's done; THE SITTING OF THE SESSION. Tho' they'll gie mony a cheep and cry, Ye benders a', that dwall in joot, Synd your mouse-wabs wi' reamin stout, And gar your cares a^ tak the rout, And thumb ne'er fash Rob Gibb's grey giz, new-frizzled fine, Will white as ony snaw-ba' shine; Weel does he loe the lawen coin, Whan dossied down For whisky gills, or dribs o' wine, In cauld forenoon. Bar-keepers, now, at outer door, Tak tent as fouk gang back and fore; THE SITTING OF THE SESSION. The fient ane there but pays his score; Nane wins toll-free; Tho' ye've a cause the House before, Gin ony, here, wi' canker knocks, And has na lows'd his siller pocks, Ye needna think to fleetch or cox ;-- "Come, shaw's your gear: "Ae scabbit yowe spoils twenty flocks : "Ye's no be here." Now, at the door they'll raise a plea :- For gin ye shou'd tongue-tacket be, The mair's the pity, When scauldin but and ben we see, THE SITTING OF THE SESSION. The lawyers' shelves, and printers' presses, Grain unco sair wi' weighty cases; The clerk in toil his pleasure places, To thrive bedeen : At five hours' bell scribes shaw their faces, And rake their een. The country fouk to lawyers crook :"Ah, weels me o' your bonny buik! "The benmost part o' my kist-nook "I'll ripe for thee, "And willin ware my hindmost rook For my decree." But Law's a draw-well unco deep, A donnart chiel, whan drunk, may dreep Fu' sleely in, But finds the gate baith stey and steep, THE 2 RISING OF THE SESSION. To a' men livin be it kend, The Session now is at an end: Writers, your finger-nebbs unbend, And quat the pen, Till time, wi' lyart pow shall send Tir'd o' the law and a' its phrases, Hurl frae the town in hackney chaises, For country cheer: The powney that in spring-time grazes Thrives a' the year. Ye lawyers, bid fareweel to lies, Fareweel to din ;-fareweel to fees: |