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They’ll kiſs you and bleſs you, with many fine tales;
So ſoon as your money begins for to fail,
They’ll be the firſt that will pack you to jail;
Take care that you keep out of limbo.

In the Garb of old Gaul, and the fire of old Rome,
From the heath cover’d mountains of Scotia we come:
From thoſe hills where the Romans attempted to reign,
But our anceſters fought, and they fought not in vain.
‘Such our love of liberty, our country & our laws;
‘That like our noble anceſtors we’ll ſtand by freedom’s cauſe:
We’ll boldly fight like Heroes bright for horour and applauſe,
And defy the French and Spainards to alter our laws.’
No effiminate cuſtoms our ſinnews embrace;
No luxorious tables unnervate our race:
Our loud ſounding Pipe bears the true martial ſtrain,
So do we the old Scottiſh valour retain.
‘Such our love’ &c.
We’re tall as the oak from the womb of the voles,
And ſwift as the roe when the hound he aſſails;
Like the full moon in Autumn our ſheilds do appear,
Minerva would dread to encounter our ſpear.
‘Such our love’ &c.
As a ſtorm in the ocean when Boreas blows,
Are we when enraged we ruſh on our foes;
We ſons of the mountains tremendous as rocks,
Daſh the force of our foes with our thundering ſtrokes.
‘Such our love’ &c.
Quebec and Cape Breton the pride of old France,
In their troops fondly boaſted till we did advance,
But when our claymores they ſaw us produce,