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 Both you and M——y we defy: We’ll comb your hair this morning. To the East Indies we won’t go, To join Eyre Coote, or Hect. Monro; Our time is out, and home we’ll go, In spite of all your noses. The name of M——y I do suppose, Should stink unto a Scotsman’s nose, To king and country they were rogues, As witness traitor Geordy. Your father commanded in forty-five, The young Pretender could not thrive, As witness many man alive, How treacherously he sold them. Our fathers you sold at Culloden field; The Isle of Man you did up yield; But the 77th have hearts of steel, Go ask it of Colonel G——n. As witness bears his bloody head, I would not wish the poor wretch dead, But while my grinders can chew bread, The M——y’s I’ll abhor them. If writings keep his memory, His deeds shall not forgotten be; It makes my blood run chill in me, To think of M——y‘s roguery. Upon the earth short may he dwell, But like all traitors go to hell,