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THE BRITISH VOLUNTEERS
BY MR. BURNS. TUNE—PUSH ABOUT THE JORUM.
Doe's haughty Gaul invasion threat,
then let the louns beware, Sir;
There's Wooden Walls upon our seas,
and Volunteers on shore, Sir.
then let the louns beware, Sir;
There's Wooden Walls upon our seas,
and Volunteers on shore, Sir.
The Clyde shall rin to Tintock Tap,
an' Benlomon loup to Gall'way,
Ere we permit a Foreign Foe
on British Ground to rally.
an' Benlomon loup to Gall'way,
Ere we permit a Foreign Foe
on British Ground to rally.
0 let us not like snarling tykes,
in wrangling be divided,
Till, slap come in an Unco Loun,
and wi' a rung decide it!
in wrangling be divided,
Till, slap come in an Unco Loun,
and wi' a rung decide it!
Be Britain still to Britain true,
amang ourselves united
For never but by British Hands
must British Wrongs be righted.
amang ourselves united
For never but by British Hands
must British Wrongs be righted.
The Kettle o' the Kirk and State,
perhaps a Clout may sail in't,
But de'il a Foreign Tinkler Loun
shall ever Ca' a Nail in't.
perhaps a Clout may sail in't,
But de'il a Foreign Tinkler Loun
shall ever Ca' a Nail in't.
Our Father's Blude the Kettle bought,
and wha wad dare to spoil it!
By Heaven! the Sacreligious Dog
shall Fuel be to Boil it!
and wha wad dare to spoil it!
By Heaven! the Sacreligious Dog
shall Fuel be to Boil it!
The wretch that would a Tyrant own,
and th' wretch his true-sworn brother,
Who'd set the Mob aboot the Throne,
may they be damn'd together!
and th' wretch his true-sworn brother,
Who'd set the Mob aboot the Throne,
may they be damn'd together!
Who will not sing, God Save the King,
shall hang as high's the steeple;
But while we sing, God Save the King,
we'll ne'er Forget the People.
shall hang as high's the steeple;
But while we sing, God Save the King,
we'll ne'er Forget the People.