WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood Anâ€™ 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; Anâ€™ did nae less, in full congress, Than quite refuse our law, man.
Then throâ€™ the lakes Montgomery takes, I wat he was na slaw, man; Down Lowrieâ€™s Burn he took a turn, And Carleton did caâ€™, man: But yet, whatreck, he, at Quebec, Montgomery-like did faâ€™, man, Wiâ€™ sword in hand, before his band, Amang his enâ€™mies aâ€™, man.
Poor Tammy Gage within a cage Was kept at Boston-haâ€™, man; Till Willie Howe took oâ€™er the knowe For Philadelphia, man; Wiâ€™ sword anâ€™ gun he thought a sin Guid Christian bluid to draw, man; But at New York, wiâ€™ knife anâ€™ fork, Sir-Loin he hacked smaâ€™, man.
Burgoyne gaed up, like spur anâ€™ whip, Till Fraser brave did faâ€™, man; Then lost his way, ae misty day, In Saratoga shaw, man. Cornwallis fought as langâ€™s he dought, Anâ€™ did the Buckskins claw, man; But Clintonâ€™s glaive frae rust to save, He hung it to the waâ€™, man.
Then Montague, anâ€™ Guilford too, Began to fear, a faâ€™, man; And Sackville dour, wha stood the stour, The German chief to thraw, man: For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk, Nae mercy had at aâ€™, man; Anâ€™ Charlie Fox threw by the box, Anâ€™ lowsâ€™d his tinkler jaw, man.
Then Rockingham took up the game, Till death did on him caâ€™, man; When Shelburne meek held up his cheek, Conform to gospel law, man: Saint Stephenâ€™s boys, wiâ€™ jarring noise, They did his measures thraw, man; For North anâ€™ Fox united stocks, Anâ€™ bore him to the waâ€™, man.
Then clubs anâ€™ hearts were Charlieâ€™s cartes, He swept the stakes awaâ€™, man, Till the diamondâ€™s ace, of Indian race, Led him a sair faux pas, man: The Saxon lads, wiâ€™ loud placads, On Chathamâ€™s boy did caâ€™, man; Anâ€™ Scotland drew her pipe anâ€™ blew, â€œUp, Willie, waur them aâ€™, man!â€
Behind the throne then Granvilleâ€™s gone, A secret word or twa, man; While slee Dundas arousâ€™d the class Be-north the Roman waâ€™, man: Anâ€™ Chathamâ€™s wraith, in heavâ€™nly graith, (Inspired bardies saw, man), Wiâ€™ kindling eyes, cryâ€™d, â€œWillie, rise! Would I hae fearâ€™d them aâ€™, man?â€
But, word anâ€™ blow, North, Fox, and Co. Gowffâ€™d Willie like a baâ€™, man; Till Suthron raise, anâ€™ coost their claise Behind him in a raw, man: Anâ€™ Caledon threw by the drone, Anâ€™ did her whittle draw, man; Anâ€™ swoor fuâ€™ rude, throâ€™ dirt anâ€™ bluid, To mak it guid in law, man.