Ascends the holy rostrum:
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: