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FAREWEL TO COALSNATON.
Farewel to Coalsnaughton, and old comrades adieu,
Altho’ I am sorry for parting with you;
It’s nothing but informers that drives me from thee,
For to make a drap whisky in the Southcountrie.
For when I had labour’d, and had made a house,
The informers came on me, as cunning’s a mouse;
Then straight to the Gaugers they foreward did flee,
But they will not do so in the Southcountrie.
Oh! when I was brewing in Cornilus’ pit;
The hard-hearted Gaughers got me in their grip;
They said, To our King we have always been true,
So give us the Whisky that is beside you.
I said, My good fellows, now don’t be so vile,
I have made my Whisky by labour and toil;
And for such oppression I don’t know a law.
So I’ll leave the Northcountry for fair Gallowa’.
MY friends they look down, but it’s not with disdain,
That e’er I should offer to go back again;
But how can I stay amongst tyrants so rude.
Who would first take my Whisky, and then shed my blood?