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For you, right rev'rend O———g,
Nane sets the lawn-sleeve sweeter,
Although a ribband at your lug
Wad be a dress completer:
As you disown you paughty dog,
That bears the keys o' Peter,
Then swith! and get a wife to hug,
Or, troth, ye'll stain the mitre
Some luckless day.
Nane sets the lawn-sleeve sweeter,
Although a ribband at your lug
Wad be a dress completer:
As you disown you paughty dog,
That bears the keys o' Peter,
Then swith! and get a wife to hug,
Or, troth, ye'll stain the mitre
Some luckless day.
Young royal Tarry Breeks, I learn,
Ye'vs lately come athwart her,
A glorious galley[1], stem and stern.
Weel rigg'd for Venus' barter;
But first hang out, that she'll discern,
Your Hymeneal charter,
Then heave aboard your grapple-airn,
And large upo' her quarter
Come full that day.
Ye'vs lately come athwart her,
A glorious galley[1], stem and stern.
Weel rigg'd for Venus' barter;
But first hang out, that she'll discern,
Your Hymeneal charter,
Then heave aboard your grapple-airn,
And large upo' her quarter
Come full that day.
And, lastly, bonny blossoms a',
Ye royal Lasses dainty,
Heav'n mak you gude as weel as braw,
And gie you lads a-plenty:
But sneer na British boys awa',
For kings are unco scant aye,
Tho' German Gentles are but sma',
They're better just than want aye,
On ony day.
Ye royal Lasses dainty,
Heav'n mak you gude as weel as braw,
And gie you lads a-plenty:
But sneer na British boys awa',
For kings are unco scant aye,
Tho' German Gentles are but sma',
They're better just than want aye,
On ony day.
- ↑ Alluding to the Newspaper account of a certain Royal Sailor's amour.
