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　　1796

　　The Dean Of Faculty

　　A New Ballad

　　Tune—“The Dragon of Wantley.”

　　Dire was the hate at old Harlaw,

　　That Scot to Scot did carry;

　　And dire the discord Langside saw

　　For beauteous, hapless Mary:

　　But Scot to Scot ne'er met so hot,

　　Or were more in fury seen, Sir,

　　Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job,

　　Who should be the Faculty's Dean, Sir.

　　This Hal for genius, wit and lore,

　　Among the first was number'd;

　　But pious Bob, 'mid learning's store,

　　Commandment the tenth remember'd:

　　Yet simple Bob the victory got,

　　And wan his heart's desire,

　　Which shews that heaven can boil the pot,

　　Tho' the devil piss in the fire.

　　Squire Hal, besides, had in this case

　　Pretensions rather brassy;

　　For talents, to deserve a place,

　　Are qualifications saucy.

　　So their worships of the Faculty,

　　Quite sick of merit's rudeness,

　　Chose one who should owe it all, d'ye see,

　　To their gratis grace and goodness.

　　As once on Pisgah purg'd was the sight

　　Of a son of Circumcision,

　　So may be, on this Pisgah height,

　　Bob's purblind mental vision—

　　Nay, Bobby's mouth may be opened yet,

　　Till for eloquence you hail him,

　　And swear that he has the angel met

　　That met the ass of Balaam.

　　In your heretic sins may you live and die,

　　Ye heretic Eight-and-Tairty!

　　But accept, ye sublime Majority,

　　My congratulations hearty.

　　With your honours, as with a certain king,

　　In your servants this is striking,

　　The more incapacity they bring,

　　The more they're to your liking. Poems and Songs of Robert Burns