8 " Oh, on a ri! Ob, on a ri!” why fhould we lofe king Shames, man ! "Oh rig in di! Oh rig in di!” fhe fhall break a' her banes then.
Wi’ “ Fuiicbidefh,” an' ftay a while, and fpeak a word or twa’ man, She’s gi’ a ftraike out o’er her neck, before ye win awa' then.
O fy for fhame, ye're three for ane, her nainfell‘s won the day man; King Shames‘ red coats fhould be hung up, becaufc thy ran awa‘ then;
Had bent their brows like Highland tfews, and made as lang a flay man, They'd fav'd their King, that facred thing, and Willie run awa' then.
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