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Cuddy Clew.
Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone,
And never to be trampled on.
Such language would have been unmeet,
Had she been taken from man's feet;
But as she's taken from that part,
The portion nearest to the heart,
'Tis hers, to be most fondly nourish'd,
Beloved, an' in his bosom cherish'd.
And never to be trampled on.
Such language would have been unmeet,
Had she been taken from man's feet;
But as she's taken from that part,
The portion nearest to the heart,
'Tis hers, to be most fondly nourish'd,
Beloved, an' in his bosom cherish'd.
CUDDY.
Stop, lad, again—consult your brief:
Man had nae hand in this mischief;
But just lay snoozing, weel content,
Else, he had never gi'en consent.
But soon did she frae faith estrange,
Impatient then, as now, for change,
The very first deil that she saw,
She took the blink, an' brak the law;
Now wha can show a creature grace,
That for an apple, d———'d her race?
Stop, lad, again—consult your brief:
Man had nae hand in this mischief;
But just lay snoozing, weel content,
Else, he had never gi'en consent.
But soon did she frae faith estrange,
Impatient then, as now, for change,
The very first deil that she saw,
She took the blink, an' brak the law;
Now wha can show a creature grace,
That for an apple, d———'d her race?
ROBIN.
Sic blasphemy, I canna hear,
Gainst all that's lovely, all that's dear.
Man, when created, there's nae doubt,
Just wander'd like a stump about,
Amang his vassal beasts forlorn,
Gaping an' glowring ilka morn,
As birds sat cooing on the tree,
Hymning their love-sick melody.
But when the heaven-born maid was framed,
And first by him embraced and named,
Methinks, I see the ardour rise,
In gleams of his impassion'd eyes,
And list the pathos of his tongue,
When words were few, and love was young.
The virgin's soft an' sunny eye,
The downcast look, the blush, the sigh,
The floating hair, the modest frame,
The thousand beauties yet to name;
What glories both in heaven and earth,
His soul that moment brought to birth.
Love look'd through maze of nameless blisses,
Of thousand joys, and thousand kisses.
Sic blasphemy, I canna hear,
Gainst all that's lovely, all that's dear.
Man, when created, there's nae doubt,
Just wander'd like a stump about,
Amang his vassal beasts forlorn,
Gaping an' glowring ilka morn,
As birds sat cooing on the tree,
Hymning their love-sick melody.
But when the heaven-born maid was framed,
And first by him embraced and named,
Methinks, I see the ardour rise,
In gleams of his impassion'd eyes,
And list the pathos of his tongue,
When words were few, and love was young.
The virgin's soft an' sunny eye,
The downcast look, the blush, the sigh,
The floating hair, the modest frame,
The thousand beauties yet to name;
What glories both in heaven and earth,
His soul that moment brought to birth.
Love look'd through maze of nameless blisses,
Of thousand joys, and thousand kisses.
CUDDY.
Why, Rob, 'tis kend you're woman mad,
But ere we part, I'll make you glad
In my opinion to combine,
And brand the sex with woes condign.
First, tell me this, and tell me true,
What is it woman cannot do?
Whoever tries to sum, or reads
The onward course of her misdeeds,
Right downward from the rueful time,
That beauty register'd with crime,
Will find, that woman's power alone,
Can change the church, pervert the throne,
Bring down the conqueror to his knee,
And baffle pomp and pedigree.
Why, Rob, 'tis kend you're woman mad,
But ere we part, I'll make you glad
In my opinion to combine,
And brand the sex with woes condign.
First, tell me this, and tell me true,
What is it woman cannot do?
Whoever tries to sum, or reads
The onward course of her misdeeds,
Right downward from the rueful time,
That beauty register'd with crime,
Will find, that woman's power alone,
Can change the church, pervert the throne,
Bring down the conqueror to his knee,
And baffle pomp and pedigree.