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Waeworth the brandy, burning trash!
⟨Fell⟩ source o' monie a pain and brash!
⟨Twins⟩ monie a poor doylt drucken hash
O' hauf his days;
⟨And⟩ sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash
To her warst faes.
⟨Fell⟩ source o' monie a pain and brash!
⟨Twins⟩ monie a poor doylt drucken hash
O' hauf his days;
⟨And⟩ sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash
To her warst faes.
⟨Ye⟩ Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well,
⟨Ye⟩ chief, to you my tale I tell.
⟨Poor⟩ plackless deevils, like mysel'!
It sets you ill,
⟨Wi'⟩ bitter, dearthfu' wines to meil,
Or foreign gill.
⟨Ye⟩ chief, to you my tale I tell.
⟨Poor⟩ plackless deevils, like mysel'!
It sets you ill,
⟨Wi'⟩ bitter, dearthfu' wines to meil,
Or foreign gill.
⟨May⟩ gravels round his bladder wrench,
⟨And⟩ gouts, torment him, inch by inch,
Wha twists his gryntie wi' a glunch
O' sour disdain,
⟨Out⟩-owre a glass o' whisky-punch
Wi' honest men.
⟨And⟩ gouts, torment him, inch by inch,
Wha twists his gryntie wi' a glunch
O' sour disdain,
⟨Out⟩-owre a glass o' whisky-punch
Wi' honest men.
⟨O⟩ Whisky! soul o' plays and pranks,
⟨Accept⟩ a bardie's humble thanks;
When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks
Are my poor verses
Thou comes—they rattle i' the ranks
At ithers' arses!
⟨Accept⟩ a bardie's humble thanks;
When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks
Are my poor verses
Thou comes—they rattle i' the ranks
At ithers' arses!
⟨Thee⟩, Fairntosh, O sadly lost!
⟨Scotland⟩, lament frae coast to coast;
⟨Now⟩ cholic grips, and barking hoast,
May kill us a',
⟨For⟩ loyal Forbes' charter'd boast
Is ta'en awa!
⟨Scotland⟩, lament frae coast to coast;
⟨Now⟩ cholic grips, and barking hoast,
May kill us a',
⟨For⟩ loyal Forbes' charter'd boast
Is ta'en awa!
