bald on the ameri war
tune—“killiekie.”
when guilfood 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 gress,
than quite refuse our w, man.
then thro' the kes montgomery takes,
i wat he was na sw, man;
down lowrie's burook 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 phidelphia, man;
wi' sword an' guhought a sin
guid christian bluid to draw, man;
but at new york, wi' knife an' fork,
sir-loin he hacked sma', man.
burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
till fraser brave did fa', man;
then lost his way, ae misty day,
in saratoga shaw, man.
wallis fought as ng's he dought,
an' did the buckskins cw, man;
but ton's give frae rust to save,
he hung it to the wa', man.
then montague, an' guilford too,
began to fear, a fa', man;
and sackville dour, wha stood the stour,
the german chief to thraw, man:
for paddy burke, like ony turk,
nae mercy had at a', man;
an' charlie fox threw by the box,
an' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.
then rogham took up the game,
till death did on him ca', man;
when shelburne meek held up his cheek,
to gospel w, man:
saint stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,
they did his measures thraw, man;
for north an' fox uocks,
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 ds, wi' loud pcads,
on chatham's boy did ca', man;
an' sd drew her pipe an' blew,
“up, willie, waur them a', man!”
behind the throhen granville's gone,
a secret word or twa, man;
while slee dundas arous'd the css
be-north the roman wa', man:
an' chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graith,
(inspired bardies saw, man),
wi' kindling eyes, cry'd, “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 cise
behind him in a raw, man:
an' caledon threw by the drone,
an' did her whittle draw, man;
an' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' bluid,
to mak it guid in w, man.