FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   306   307   308   309   310   311   312   313   314   315   316   317   318   319   320   321   322   323   324   325   326   327   328   329   330  
331   332   333   334   335   336   337   338   339   340   341   342   343   344   345   346   347   348   >>  
amin-shot, it was I wot, I lighted on the Monday; But I cam thro' the Tyseday's dew, To wanton Willie's brandy. Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat? Tune--"Push about the Jorum." Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on shore, Sir: The Nith shall run to Corsincon, And Criffel sink in Solway, Ere we permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! We'll ne'er permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! O let us not, like snarling curs, In wrangling be divided, Till, slap! come in an unco loun, And wi' a rung decide it! Be Britain still to Britain true, Amang ourselves united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted! No! never but by British hands Shall British wrangs be righted! The Kettle o' the Kirk and State, Perhaps a clout may fail in't; But deil a foreign tinkler loun Shall ever ca'a nail in't. Our father's blude the Kettle bought, And wha wad dare to spoil it; By Heav'ns! the sacrilegious dog Shall fuel be to boil it! By Heav'ns! the sacrilegious dog Shall fuel be to boil it! The wretch that would a tyrant own, And the wretch, his true-born brother, Who would set the Mob aboon the Throne, May they be damn'd together! Who will not sing "God save the King," Shall hang as high's the steeple; But while we sing "God save the King," We'll ne'er forget The People! But while we sing "God save the King," We'll ne'er forget The People! Address To The Woodlark Tune--"Loch Erroch Side." O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, That I may catch thy melting art; For surely that wad touch her heart Wha kills me wi' disdaining. Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind? Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd, Sic notes o' woe could wauken! Thou tells o' never-ending care; O'speechless grief, and dark despair: For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair! Or my poor heart is broken. Song.--On Chloris Being Ill
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   306   307   308   309   310   311   312   313   314   315   316   317   318   319   320   321   322   323   324   325   326   327   328   329   330  
331   332   333   334   335   336   337   338   339   340   341   342   343   344   345   346   347   348   >>  



Top keywords:

British

 

ground

 
Britain
 

wretch

 

People

 
forget
 
sacrilegious
 
Kettle
 

righted

 

wrangs


permit
 

Foreign

 

warbling

 
Erroch
 
ending
 
trembling
 
speechless
 

Woodlark

 

woodlark

 
broken

steeple

 

Chloris

 

Address

 

despair

 

courts

 
melting
 

surely

 

careless

 

unkind

 

disdaining


tender

 

wauken

 
sorrow
 

complaining

 

soothing

 

hapless

 

volunteers

 
beware
 

wooden

 

snarling


Corsincon

 

Criffel

 

Solway

 

Tyseday

 

wanton

 
Monday
 
lighted
 

Willie

 

brandy

 

haughty