By Robert Louis Stevenson, 1898 
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A Lowden Sabbath Morn
I
The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bellsNoo to the hoastin' rookery swells,Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells,Sounds far an' near,An' through the simmer kintry tellsIts tale o' cheer.
II
An' noo, to that melodious play,A' deidly awn the quiet sway—A' ken their solemn holiday,Bestial an' human,The singin' lintie on the brae,The restin' plou'man.
III
He, mair than a' the lave o' men,His week completit joys to ken;Half-dressed, he daunders out an' in,Perplext wi' leisure;An' his raxt limbs he'll rax againWi' painfü' pleesure.
IV
The steerin' mither strang afitNoo shoos the bairnies but a bit;Noo cries them ben, their Sinday shüitTo scart upon them,Or sweeties in their pouch to pit,Wi' blessin's on them.
V
The lasses, clean frae tap to taes,Are busked in crunklin' underclaes;The gartened hose, the weel-filled stays,The nakit shift,A' bleached on bonny greens for daysAn' white's the drift.
VI
An' noo to face the kirkward mile:The guidman's hat o' dacent style,The blackit shoon, we noo maun fyleAs white's the miller:A waefü' peety tae, to spileThe warth o' siller.
VII
Our Marg'et, aye sae keen to crack,Douce-stappin' in the stoury track,Her emeralt goun a' kiltit backFrae snawy coats,White-ankled, leads the kirkward packWi' Dauvit Groats.