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Then roll'd his eyeballs to and fro
O'er his paternal hills of snow,
And into these tremendous speeches
Broke forth the prophet without breeches:
"Into what ills betray'd by thee 15
"This ancient kingdom do I see!
"Her realms unpeopled and forlorn;
"Wae's me that ever thou wert born!
"Proud English loons (our Clans o'ercome)
"On Scottish pads shall amble home; 20
"I see them drest in bonnets blue,
"(The spoils of thy rebellious crew)
"I see the target cast away,
"And checker'd plaid become their prey;
"The checker'd plaid, to make a gown 25
"For many a lass in London town.
"In vain thy hungry mountaineers
"Come forth in all thy warlike geers,
"The shield, the pistol, durk, and dagger,
"In which they daily wont to swagger, 30
"And oft' have sally'd out to pillage
"The henroosts of some peaceful village,
"Or while their neighbours were asleep
"Have carry'd off a lowland sheep.
"What boots thy highborn host of beggars, 35
"Macleans, Mackenzies, and Macgregors,
"With Popish cutthroats, perjur'd ruffians,
"And Forster's troop of ragamuffins?