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| FY, let us a’ to Kirkcudbright, | |
| For there will be bickerin’ there; | |
| For Murray’s light horse are to muster, | |
| And O how the heroes will swear! | |
| And there will be Murray, Commander, | 5 |
| And Gordon, the battle to win; | |
| Like brothers they’ll stand by each other, | |
| Sae knit in alliance and kin. | |
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| And there will be black-nebbit Johnie, | |
| The tongue o’ the trump to them a’; | 10 |
| An he get na Hell for his haddin’, | |
| The Deil gets na justice ava. | |
| And there will be Kempleton’s birkie, | |
| A boy no sae black at the bane; | |
| But as to his fine Nabob fortune, | 15 |
| We’ll e’en let the subject alane. | |
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| And there will be Wigton’s new Sheriff; | |
| Dame Justice fu’ brawly has sped, | |
| She’s gotten the heart of a Bushby, | |
| But, Lord! what’s become o’ the head? | 20 |
| And there will be Cardoness, Esquire, | |
| Sae mighty in Cardoness’ eyes; | |
| A wight that will weather damnation, | |
| The Devil the prey will despise. | |
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| And there will be Douglasses doughty, | 25 |
| New christening towns far and near; | |
| Abjuring their democrat doings, | |
| By kissin’ the —— o’ a Peer: | |
| And there will be folk frae Saint Mary’s | |
| A house o’ great merit and note; | 30 |
| The deil ane but honours them highly— | |
| The deil ane will gie them his vote! | |
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| And there will be Kenmure sae gen’rous, | |
| Whose honour is proof to the storm, | |
| To save them from stark reprobation, | 35 |
| 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. | 40 |
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| And there will be Logan M’Dowall, | |
| Sculdudd’ry an’ he will be there, | |
| And also the Wild Scot o’ Galloway, | |
| Sogering, gunpowder Blair. | |
| But we winna mention Redcastle, | 45 |
| The body, e’en let him escape! | |
| He’d venture the gallows for siller, | |
| An ’twere na the cost o’ the rape. | |
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| But where is the Doggerbank hero, | |
| That made “Hogan Mogan” to skulk? | 50 |
| 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 | 55 |
| To say in Saint Stephen’s the morn. | |
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| 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’; | 60 |
| And strang an’ respectfu’s his backing, | |
| The maist o’ the lairds wi’ him stand; | |
| Nae gipsy-like nominal barons, | |
| Wha’s property’s paper—not land. | |
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| And there, frae the Niddisdale borders, | 65 |
| The Maxwells will gather in droves, | |
| Teugh Jockie, staunch Geordie, an’ Wellwood, | |
| That griens for the fishes and loaves; | |
| And there will be Heron, the Major, | |
| Wha’ll ne’er be forgot in the Greys; | 70 |
| Our flatt’ry we’ll keep for some other, | |
| HIM, only it’s justice to praise. | |
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| And there will be maiden Kilkerran, | |
| And also Barskimming’s gude Knight, | |
| And there will be roarin Birtwhistle, | 75 |
| Yet luckily roars i’ the right. | |
| And there’ll be Stamp Office Johnie, | |
| (Tak tent how ye purchase a dram!) | |
| And there will be gay Cassencarry, | |
| And there’ll be gleg Colonel Tam. | 80 |
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| And there’ll be wealthy young Richard, | |
| Dame Fortune should hing by the neck, | |
| For prodigal, thriftless bestowing— | |
| His merit had won him respect. | |
| And there will be rich brother Nabobs, | 85 |
| (Tho’ Nabobs, yet men not the worst,) | |
| And there will be Collieston’s whiskers, | |
| And Quintin—a lad o’ the first. | |
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| Then hey! the chaste Interest o’ Broughton | |
| And hey! for the blessin’s ’twill bring; | 90 |
| It may send Balmaghie to the Commons, | |
| In Sodom ’twould make him a king; | |
| And hey! for the sanctified Murray, | |
| Our land wha wi’ chapels has stor’d; | |
| He founder’d his horse among harlots, | 95 |
| But gied the auld naig to the Lord. | |
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