SCOTIA’s SONS.
Blithe, blithe aroun‘ the nappy,
let us join in ſocial glee;
While we’re here we’ll hae a drappy,
Scotia’s ſons hae aye been free.
Our auld forbears, when owre their yill,
and cantie bickers roun did ca’,
Forſooth, they cried anither gill,
for ſweert we are togang awa.
Blithe blithe, &c.
Some hearty cock wad then hae ſang
an auld Scotch ſonnet aſſ wi’ glee;
Syne pledg’d his cog— the chorus rang,
Auld Scotia and her ſons are free.
Blithe blithe, &c.
Thus cracks, and jokes, and ſargs gaed roun’,
till morn the ſcreens o’ light did draw;
Yet driech to riſe, the carls roun’
cry’d Deoch an dorais—then awa‘.
Blithe, blithe, &c.
The landlord then the nappy brings,
and toaſts ſu’ happy a‘ may be;
Syne tooms the e(illegible text)g—the chorus rings,
Auld Scotia’s ſons ſhall ay be free.
Blithe, blithe, &c.
