WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood
An did our hellim thraw, man,
Ae night, at tea, began a plea,
Within America, man:
Then up they gat the maskin-pat,
And in the sea did jaw, man;
An did nae less, in full congress,
Than quite refuse our law, man.
Then thro the lakes Montgomery takes,
I wat he was na slaw, man;
Down Lowries Burn he took a turn,
And Carleton did ca, man:
But yet, whatreck, he, at Quebec,
Montgomery-like did fa, man,
Wi sword in hand, before his band,
Amang his enmies a, man.
Poor Tammy Gage within a cage
Was kept at Boston-ha, man;
Till Willie Howe took oer the knowe
For Philadelphia, man;
Wi sword an gun he thought a sin
Guid Christian bluid to draw, man;
But at New York, wi knife an fork,
Sir-Loin he hacked sma, man.
Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa, man;
Then lost his way, ae misty day,
In Saratoga shaw, man.
Cornwallis fought as langs he dought,
An did the Buckskins claw, man;
But Clintons glaive frae rust to save,
He hung it to the wa, man.
Then Montague, an Guilford too,
Began to fear, a fa, man;
And Sackville dour, wha stood the stour,
The German chief to thraw, man:
For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk,
Nae mercy had at a, man;
An Charlie Fox threw by the box,
An lowsd his tinkler jaw, man.
Then Rockingham took up the game,
Till death did on him ca, man;
When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law, man:
Saint Stephens boys, wi jarring noise,
They did his measures thraw, man;
For North an Fox united stocks,
An bore him to the wa, man.
Then clubs an hearts were Charlies cartes,
He swept the stakes awa, man,
Till the diamonds ace, of Indian race,
Led him a sair faux pas, man:
The Saxon lads, wi loud placads,
On Chathams boy did ca, man;
An Scotland drew her pipe an blew,
Up, Willie, waur them a, man!
Behind the throne then Granvilles gone,
A secret word or twa, man;
While slee Dundas arousd the class
Be-north the Roman wa, man:
An Chathams wraith, in heavnly graith,
(Inspired bardies saw, man),
Wi kindling eyes, cryd, Willie, rise!
Would I hae feard them a, man?
But, word an blow, North, Fox, and Co.
Gowffd Willie like a ba, man;
Till Suthron raise, an coost their claise
Behind him in a raw, man:
An Caledon threw by the drone,
An did her whittle draw, man;
An swoor fu rude, thro dirt an bluid,
To mak it guid in law, man.