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A FRAGMENT. 383
Then clubs and hearts were Charlie's cartes,
He swept the stakes awa', man, Till the diamond's ace, of Indian's race,
Led him a sair faux pas, man; The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,
On Chatham's boy did ca', man; And Scotland drew her pipe and blew,
' Up, Willie, waur them a', man!'
Behind the throne then Grenville's gone,
A secret word or twa, man; While slee Dundas aroused the class,
Be-north the Roman wa', man; And Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith,
(Inspired Bardies saw, man) Wi} kindling eyes cried, ' Willie, rise !
Would I hae fear'd them a', man ?'
But, word and blow, North, Fox and Co.,
Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man, Till Southron raise, and coost their clase
Behind him in a raw, man;