HOLY WULLY'S PRAYER.

Freethought Review, Volume I, Issue 12, 1 September 1884, Page 12

HOLY WULLY'S PRAYER.

O wau’d some an’e the giftie gi' us, Tae' see oo’rsel’s as ithers see us, It wau'd frae mony a blunder free us, And foolish notion, What airs in ’ddress and gait wau’d lea us, And ee'n devotion. —Burns. And noo since the election’s o’er, The upshot oft caused sic’ a splore, 'Mongst orthodox hunners and thore, Are mad as daith, That Atheist, Stout, comes ta’e the fore, Sae by my faith, Whowauld have thocht that saintly Green, Wi’ a’ his zeal tae keep us clean, Frae folks like Stout; but it was mean Tae flog oo’r cause. Our petted priest sae young and lean, . He feels the taws. We sympathise wi’ him we named, Tae tak’ a place in senate famed, For so so laws, but noo’ ashamed Tae lift oo’r head, For folk will say oo'r cause is maimed Since Green is dead. O Lord our God we durstna' name, Oo'r qualms on this ; but this we claim, We only think's an awfu’ shame, But then ye Sen Thy ways are dark (but nee’r in vain) We'll tho'll like men.

Sae nae doot then thou dost what’s richt, If we could read thy plans aricht, But seems to us that Stout like Bricht, An’ twa three mair, Should hae been sent where's black as nicht, Tae Mickey’s lair. This chap cau’d Ballance we did think, Thou would'st hae putten near the brink O brimstane fire, an’ in it sink, Afore he penned Sic' dreadfu’ views as black as ink, Oo’r hearts tae rend. But seein’ thou has grac’t this set O Godless loons, and heard them bet That Parliament will yet be het, Wi’ sic’ as those, Will try and learn this is the yet’, Thous’ wish us chose. But Lord 'tis hard tae gi up faith, A faith that's bred (twa parsons saith) In mither’s milk, as sure as daith, They tell us so, But then maybe they may be baith, A trifle slow, We think since we hae seen the side, That D is V will tak’ as guide, The way he’s ta’en and smoor oo’r pride, Which seems was rough, Noo’ that oo’r ee’n is opened wide, Was really tough. We noo’ begin tae think that'Stout Was only blam’d by ign’rant lout, That didna’ ken frae nowt, The proper way, That men may thrive and Freethought shout, An’ win the day. Then let us jine in what is " good,” Nee’r mind the creeds or priestly brood, " Dae sae tae ithers as ye would They’d dac tae you.” This great comm an’ let be as food, An’ we’ll nae rue. Let Turk and Greek and Baptist jine, With Protestant an’ Cath'lic syne, Freethinkers will tak’ up this rhyme, Admit them then, Tae thy right han’ gi’ them the “ sign,” Et’ cet’. Amen. In sending a petition penn’d, ’Tis proper always for to send The scribbler’s name, which I append, (It is na trick) Wha hopes tae hae ye as a friend, An Ag-nos-tic. Greymouth, August 18S4.