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Rh Wha laid on the Sassenachs brawly— My faith I they their haffits got claw’d. Just so did our brave country lads Lay round them at fierce Waterloo; Then huzza for the hero wha glories, To stand for his country sae true!

I winter, when the rain rain’d cauld, And frost and snaw on ilka hill, And Boreas, wi’ his blast sae bauld Was threatening a’ our kye to kill; Then Bell, my wife wha lo’es nae strife, She said to me right hastily, Get up gudeman, save Cromy’s life. And tak your auld cloak about ye.

My Cromy is an usefu’ caw, And she is come o’ a gude kin’; Oft has she wet the bairn’s mou’. And I am laith that she should tyne. Get up, gudeman, it is fu’ time, The sun shines in the life sae hie; Sloth never made a gracious end, Gae tak your auld cloke about ye.

My cloke was ance a gude grey cloke, When it was fitting for my wear; But now it’s scantly worth a groat For I hae worn’t this hretty year.