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Both you and M——y we defy:
We’ll comb your hair this morning.
To the East Indies we won’t go,
To join Eyre Coote, or Hect. Monro;
Our time is out, and home we’ll go,
In spite of all your noses.
The name of M——y I do suppose,
Should stink unto a Scotsman’s nose,
To king and country they were rogues,
As witness traitor Geordy.
Your father commanded in forty-five,
The young Pretender could not thrive,
As witness many man alive,
How treacherously he sold them.
Our fathers you sold at Culloden field;
The Isle of Man you did up yield;
But the 77th have hearts of steel,
Go ask it of Colonel G——n.
As witness bears his bloody head,
I would not wish the poor wretch dead,
But while my grinders can chew bread,
The M——y’s I’ll abhor them.
If writings keep his memory,
His deeds shall not forgotten be;
It makes my blood run chill in me,
To think of M——y‘s roguery.
Upon the earth short may he dwell,
But like all traitors go to hell,