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Then up they gat the maskin-pat,

And in the sea did jaw, man; An' did nae less, in full congress,

Than quite refuse our law, man.


Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes,

I wat he was na slaw, man;
Down Lowrie's burn he took a turn,

And Carleton did ca', man:
But yet, what reck, he, at Quebec,

Montgomery-like did fa', man,
Wi' sword in hand, before his band,

Amang his en’mies a', man.


Poor Tammy Gage within a cage

Was kept at Boston ha', man;
Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe

For Philadelphia, man:
Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin

Guid christian blood to draw, man; But at New-York, wi' knife an' fork,

Sir-loin he hacked sma', man.

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an' whip,

Burgoyne gaed up, like

Till Fraser brave did fa', man;
Then lost his way, ae misty day,

In Saratoga shaw, man.
Cornwallis fought as lang's he dought,

An' did the buckskins claw, man;
But Clinton's glaive frae rust to save

He hung it to the wa', man,


Then Montague, an' Guilford too,

Began to fear a fa', man;
And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure,

The German chief to thraw, man:
For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk,

had at a', man;
An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,

An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man,


Then Rockingham took up


game; Till death did on him ca', man; When Shelburne meek held up his cheek, Conform to gospel law, man.

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Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,

They did his measures thraw, man, For North an' Fox united stocks,

An' bore him to the wa', man.


Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes,

the stakes awa', man,
Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race,

Led him a sair faux pas, man:
The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,

On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew,

Up, Willie, waur them a', man!'


Behind the throne then Grenville's gone,

A secret word or twa, man;
While slee Dundas arous'd the class

Be-north the Roman wa', man:
An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith,

(Inspired bardies saw, man)
Wi’ kindling eyes cry’d, · Willie, rise!

· Would I hae fear'd them a', man?'

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But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co.

Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,
Till Suthron raise, and coost their claise

Behind him in a raw, man;
An' Caledon threw by the drone,

An' did her whittle draw, man;
An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood

To make it guid in law, man.


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It was upon a Lammas night,

When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,

I held awa to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed,

'Till 'tween the late and early, Wisma' persuasion she agreed

To see me thro' the barley.

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