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248 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 269. When Guilford good our pilot stood.
Tune! The black watch McGlashan's Strathspey Reels, 1780, p. 6. |
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When Guilford good our pilot stood,
An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea,
Within America, man: 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 wasna slaw, man; Down Lowrie's burn he took a turn,
And Carleton did ca', man: But yet, whatreck, 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 bluid to draw, man; But at New York, wi' knife an' fork,
Sir-Loin he hacked sma', man. |
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