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VII. PATRIOTIC AND POLITICAL 251
And there will be Douglasses doughty,
New christening towns far and near; Abjuring their democrat doings
By kissing the doup of a Peer: And there will be folk frae Saint Mary's,
A house o' great merit and note ; The deil ane but honors them highly—
The deil ane will gie them his vote!
And there will be Kenmure sae gen'rous
Whose honor is proof to the storm, To save them from stark reprobation.
He lent them his name in the firm : And there will be lads o' the gospel:
Muirhead, wha's as gude as he's true; And there will be Buittle's apostle,
Wha 's mair o' the black than the blue !
And there will be Logan's McDowall,—
Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there, An' also the Wild Scot o' Galloway,
Sogering, gunpowder Blair! But we winna mention Redcastle,
The body—e'en let him escape! He'd venture the gallows for siller,
An 'twere na the cost o' the rape !
But where is the Doggerbank hero,
That made ' Hogan-Mogan ' to Skulk ? Poor Keith's gane to hell to be fuel,
The auld rotten wreck of a hulk. And where is our King's Lord Lieutenant,
Sae fam'd for his gratefu' return? The birkie is gettin' his Questions
To say in St. Stephen's the morn !
But mark ye there's trusty Kerroughtree,
Whose honor was ever his law; If the virtues were pack'd in a parcel,
His worth might be sample for a'; And Strang an' respectfu 's his backing,
The maist o' the lairds wi' him stand ; Nae gipsy-like nominal barons
Whase property's paper—not land.
And there frae the Niddisdale borders, The Maxwells will gather in droves,
Teugh Jockie, staunch Geordie an' Wattie, That girns for the fishes and loaves;