Holy Willie: But think of that poor young girl.
Burns: I think of her, and think, and think—goddesses, all of them.
Holy Willie: I fear you will be damned.
Burns: Then I’ll be gallantly damned, minister.
Holy Willie: A stubborn heart. She would listen, maybe, though you are deaf. Again I ask you, young man, Who was she? I will counsel her to prudent godliness. Who was she?
Burns: A sweet ankle, and an inviting waist—no, I wouldn’t trust you with her, minister.
Holy Willie: Lewd and idolatrous! Son of Belial! If thy tongue offend thee pluck it out—offensive tongue! Disgrace among us, profligate and wanton, beware the end!
[Sings.]
But, Lord, remember me and mine,
Wi’ mercies temporal and divine,