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To London he press'd,
And there he address'd,
That he behav'd best of them a, man;
And there without strife
Got settled for life,
An hundred a year to his faw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

In Borrowstounness
He resides with disgrace,
Till his neck stands in need of a draw, man,
And then in a tether
He'll swing from a ladder,
Go off the stage with a paw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Rob Roy stood watch
On a hill for to catch
The booty for ought that I saw, man,
For he ne'er advanc'd,
From tho place he was stanc'd,
Till no more to do there at a, man.
For we ran, and they ran, &c.

So we all took the flight,
And M———y the Wright;
But D———m the Smith was a braw-man,
For he took the gout,
Which truly was wit,
By judging it time to withdraw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.