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YE Irish lords ye knights an' squires	A
Wha represent our brughs an' shires	B
An' doucely manage our affairs	C
In parliament	D
To you a simple poet's pray'rs	C
Are humbly sent	E
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Alas my roupit Muse is hearse	C
Your Honours' hearts wi' grief 'twad pierce	C
To see her sittin on her arse	C
Low i' the dust	F
And scriechinh out prosaic verse	C
An like to brust	F
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Tell them wha hae the chief direction	G
Scotland an' me's in great affliction	G
E'er sin' they laid that curst restriction	G
On aqua vit	F
An' rouse them up to strong conviction	G
An' move their pity	F
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Stand forth an' tell yon Premier youth	H
The honest open naked truth	H
Tell him o' mine an' Scotland's drouth	H
His servants humble	I
The muckle deevil blaw you south	H
If ye dissemble	I
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Does ony great man glunch an' gloom	J
Speak out an' never fash your thumb	K
Let posts an' pensions sink or soom	K
Wi' them wha grant them	K
If honestly they canna come	K
Far better want them	K
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In gath'rin votes you were na slack	L
Now stand as tightly by your tack	L
Ne'er claw your lug an' fidge your back	L
An' hum an' haw	M
But raise your arm an' tell your crack	L
Before them a'	N
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Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle	I
Her mutchkin stowp as toom's a whissle	I
An' d mn'd excisemen in a bussle	I
Seizin a stell	I
Triumphant crushin't like a mussel	I
Or limpet shell	I
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Then on the tither hand present her	O
A blackguard smuggler right behint her	O
An' cheek for chow a chuffie vintner	O
Colleaguing join	P
Picking her pouch as bare as winter	O
Of a' kind coin	P
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Is there that bears the name o' Scot	F
But feels his heart's bluid rising hot	F
To see his poor auld mither's pot	F
Thus dung in staves	C
An' plunder'd o' her hindmost groat	F
By gallows knaves	C
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Alas I'm but a nameless wight	F
Trode i' the mire out o' sight	F
But could I like Montgomeries fight	F
Or gab like Boswell	I
There's some sark necks I wad draw tight	F
An' tie some hose well	I
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God bless your Honours can ye see't	F
The kind auld cantie carlin greet	F
An' no get warmly to your feet	F
An' gar them hear it	F
An' tell them wi'a patriot heat	F
Ye winna bear it	F
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Some o' you nicely ken the laws	C
To round the period an' pause	C
An' with rhetoric clause on clause	C
To mak harangues	C
Then echo thro' Saint Stephen's wa's	C
Auld Scotland's wrangs	C
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Dempster a true blue Scot I'se warran'	P
Thee aith detesting chaste Kilkerran	P
An' that glib gabbit Highland baron	P
The Laird o' Graham	K
An' ane a chap that's damn'd aulfarran'	P
Dundas his name	K
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Erskine a spunkie Norland billie	F
True Campbells Frederick and Ilay	F
An' Livistone the bauld Sir Willie	F
An' mony ithers	C
Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully	F
Might own for brithers	C
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See sodger Hugh my watchman stented	F
If poets e'er are represented	F
I ken if that your sword were wanted	F
Ye'd lend a hand	F
But when there's ought to say anent it	F
Ye're at a stand	F
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Arouse my boys exert your mettle	F
To get auld Scotland back her kettle	F
Or faith I'll wad my new pleugh pettle	F
Ye'll see't or lang	Q
She'll teach you wi' a reekin whittle	F
Anither sang	Q
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This while she's been in crankous mood	F
Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid	F
Deil na they never mair do guid	F
Play'd her that pliskie	Q
An' now she's like to rin red wud	F
About her whisky	Q
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An' Lord if ance they pit her till't	Q
Her tartan petticoat she'll kilt	F
An'durk an' pistol at her belt	F
She'll tak the streets	C
An' rin her whittle to the hilt	F
I' the first she meets	C
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For God sake sirs then speak her fair	R
An' straik her cannie wi' the hair	R
An' to the muckle house repair	R
Wi' instant speed	F
An' strive wi' a' your wit an' lear	S
To get remead	F
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Yon ill tongu'd tinkler Charlie Fox	C
May taunt you wi' his jeers and mocks	C
But gie him't het my hearty cocks	C
E'en cowe the cadie	F
An' send him to his dicing box	C
An' sportin' lady	F
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Tell you guid bluid o' auld Boconnock's	C
I'll be his debt twa mashlum bonnocks	C
An' drink his health in auld Nance Tinnock's	C
Nine times a week	Q
If he some scheme like tea an' winnocks	C
Was kindly seek	Q
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Could he some commutation broach	T
I'll pledge my aith in guid braid Scotch	U
He needna fear their foul reproach	T
Nor erudition	P
Yon mixtie maxtie queer hotch potch	T
The Coalition	P
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Auld Scotland has a raucle tongue	Q
She's just a devil wi' a rung	Q
An' if she promise auld or young	Q
To tak their part	F
Tho' by the neck she should be strung	Q
She'll no desert	F
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And now ye chosen Five and Forty	F
May still you mither's heart support ye	F
Then tho'a minister grow dorty	F
An' kick your place	C
Ye'll snap your gingers poor an' hearty	F
Before his face	C
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God bless your Honours a' your days	C
Wi' sowps o' kail and brats o' claise	C
In spite o' a' the thievish kaes	C
That haunt St Jamie's	C
Your humble poet sings an' prays	C
While Rab his name is	C
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POSTSCRIPTLET half starv'd slaves in warmer skies	C
See future wines rich clust'ring rise	C
Their lot auld Scotland ne're envies	C
But blythe and frisky	F
She eyes her freeborn martial boys	C
Tak aff their whisky	F
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What tho' their Phoebus kinder warms	C
While fragrance blooms and beauty charms	C
When wretches range in famish'd swarms	C
The scented groves	C
Or hounded forth dishonour arms	C
In hungry droves	C
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Their gun's a burden on their shouther	S
They downa bide the stink o' powther	S
Their bauldest thought's a hank'ring swither	S
To stan' or rin	P
Till skelp a shot they're aff a'throw'ther	S
To save their skin	P
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But bring a Scotchman frae his hill	F
Clap in his cheek a Highland gill	F
Say such is royal George's will	F
An' there's the foe	V
He has nae thought but how to kill	F
Twa at a blow	V
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Nae cauld faint hearted doubtings tease him	K
Death comes wi' fearless eye he sees him	K
Wi'bluidy hand a welcome gies him	K
An' when he fa's	C
His latest draught o' breathin lea'es him	K
In faint huzzas	C
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Sages their solemn een may steek	F
An' raise a philosophic reek	F
An' physically causes seek	F
In clime an' season	P
But tell me whisky's name in Greek	F
I'll tell the reason	P
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Scotland my auld respected mither	S
Tho' whiles ye moistify your leather	S
Till whare ye sit on craps o' heather	S
Ye tine your dam	K
Freedom an' whisky gang thegither	S
Take aff your dram	K