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A
PATRIOTIC SONG,
Abstracted from the Aberdeen
Journal.
Tune, Tillochgorum.
COME a’ ye gallant Scottish swains,
Frae town and cottage, hills and plains,
Let every village beat to arms,
and join the warlike quorum.
For Bonaparte he’ll be here,
Bonaparte, Bonaparte,
For Bonparte he’ll be here,
The muckle devil fmore him.
For Bonaparte he’ll be here,
He winna leave us horfe nor mare,
He’ll take our other gaun gear,
and drive them a’ before him.
But let us true and faithful stand,
With heart to heart, and hand to hand,
Then let the rascals try to land,
We fall be there before ’em.
