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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
An' there will be Wigton's new sheriff,Dame Justice fu' brawlie has sped,She's gotten the heart of a Bushby,But, Lord, what's become o' the head?An' there will be Cardoness, Esquire,Sae mighty in Cardoness' eyes;A wight that will weather damnation,For the Devil the prey will despise.
An' there will be Douglasses doughty,New christ'ning towns far and near!Abjuring their democrat doings,By kissing the—o' a peer;An' there will be Kenmure sae gen'rousWhose honour is proof to the storm,To save them from stark reprobation,He lent them his name to the firm.
But we winna mention Redcastle,The body e'en let him escape!He'd venture the gallows for siller,An 'twere na the cost o' the rape.An' where is our King's lord lieutenant,Sae fam'd for his gratefu' return?The billie is gettin' his questions,To say in St. Stephen's the morn.
An' there will be lads o' the gospel,Muirhead wha's as gude as he's true;An' there will be Buittle's apostle,Wha's more o' the black than the blue;An' there will be folk from St. Mary's,A house o' great merit and note,The Deil ane but honours them highly,—The Deil ane will gie them his vote!
An' there will be wealthy young Richard,Dame Fortune should hing by the neck;For prodigal, thriftless bestowing—His merit had won him respect:An' there will be rich brother nabobs,Though nabobs, yet men of the first;An' there will be Collieston's whiskers,An' Quintin, o' lads not the worst.
An' there will be stamp-office Johnnie,Tak tent how ye purchase a dram;An' there will be gay Cassencarrie,An' there will be gleg Colonel Tam;An' there will be trusty Kerroughtree,Whose honour was ever his law,If the virtues were pack'd in a parcel,His worth might be sample for a'.
An' can we forget the auld major,Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys;Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other,Him only 'tis justice to praise.An' there will be maiden Kilkerran,And also Barskimming's gude knight;An' there will be roarin' Birtwhistle,Wha, luckily, roars in the right.
An' there, frae the Niddisdale's borders,Will mingle the Maxwells in droves;Teugh Johnnie, staunch Geordie, an' Walie,That griens for the fishes an' loaves;An' there will be Logan Mac Dowall,Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there,An' also the wild Scot o' Galloway,Sodgerin', gunpowder Blair.
Then hey the chaste interest o' Broughton,An' hey for the blessings 'twill bring!It may send Balmaghie to the Commons,In Sodom 'twould make him a King;An' hey for the sanctified Murray,Our land who wi' chapels has stor'd;He founder'd his horse among harlots,But gied the auld naig to the Lord.