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240 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
To end the wark, here's Whistlebirk!
Lang may his whistle blaw, Jamie !— And Maxwell true, o' sterling blue,
And we'll be Johnstone's a', Jamie.
No.-262. As I cam down the banks o' Nith.
(another version.) Tune : The black watch (see No. 269).
As I cam down the banks o' Nith
And by Glenriddell's ha, man, There I heard a piper play
Turncoat Whigs awa, man.
Drumlanrig's towers hae tint the powers That kept the lands in awe, man :
The eagle's dead, and in his stead We're gotten a hoodie-craw, man.
The turncoat Duke his King forsook, When his back was at the wa, man:
The rattan ran wi' a' his clan
For fear the house should fa', man.
The lads about the banks o1 Nith They trust his Grace for a', man :
But he'll sair them as he sair't his king, Turn tail and rin awa', man.
No. 263. Farewell to the Highlands.
Tune : The musket salute, Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 259.