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VII. PATRIOTIC AND POLITICAL 249 |
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Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa', man ; Then lost his way, ae misty day,
In Saratoga shaw, man. Cornwallis fought as lang's he dought,
An' did the buckskins claw, man ; But Clinton's glaive frae rust to save,
He hung it to the wa', man.
Then Montague, and Guilford too,
Began to fear a fa', man ; And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure,
The German chief to thraw, man : For Paddy Burke, like onie Turk,
Nae mercy had at a', man ; An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,
An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.
Then Rockingham took up the game,
Till death did on him ca', man; When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law, man ; Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,
They did his measures thraw, man; For North an1 Fox united stocks,
An' bore him to the wa', man.
Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes ;
He swept the stakes awa', man, Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race,
Led him a sair faux pas, man ; The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,
On Chatham's boy did ca', man ; An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew:
1 Up, Willie, waur them a', man !'
Behind the throne then Granville's gone,
A secret word or twa, man ; While slee Dundas arous'd the class
Be-north the Roman wa', man : And Chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graith
(Inspired bardies saw, man), Wi' kindling eyes cried, ' Willie, rise !
Would I hae fear'd them a', man?'
But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co.
Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man, Till Suthron raise, an' coost their claes
Behind him in a raw, man ; An' Caledon threw by the drone,
An' did her whittle draw, man ; An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt and bluid,
To make it guid in law, man. ****** |
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