THE LADDIES by the banks o Nith
Wad trust his Grace 1 wi a, Jamie;
But hell sair them, as he saird the King
Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie.
Chorus.Up and waur them a, Jamie,
Up and waur them a;
The Johnstones hae the guidin ot,
Ye turncoat Whigs, awa!
The day he stude his countrys friend,
Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie,
Or frae puir man a blessin wan,
That day the Duke neer saw, Jamie.
Up and waur them, &c.
But wha is he, his countrys boast?
Like him there is na twa, Jamie;
Theres no a callent tents the kye,
But kens o Westerha, Jamie.
Up and waur them, &c.
To end the wark, heres Whistlebirk,
Lang may his whistle blaw, Jamie;
And Maxwell true, o sterling blue;
And well be Johnstones a, Jamie.
Up and waur them, &c.