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 Come, Tweeddale, true as sword to sheath; Come, Hopetoun, fear'd on fields of death; Come, Clerk, and give your bugle breath;
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Come, Wemyss, who modest merit aids; Come, Roseberry, from Dalmeny shades; Breadalbane, bring your belted plaids;
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Come, stately Niddrie, auld and true, Girt with the sword that Minden knew; We have new few such lairds as you—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

King Arthur's grown a common crier, He s heard in Fife and far Cantire,— Fie, lads, behold my creet on fire,
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Saint Abb roars out I see him pass Between Tantallon and the Bass— Calton, get out your kneeking-glass,
 * Carle, now the King's come.

The Carline stopp'd; and, sure I am, For very glee had ta'en a dwam, But Oman help'd ber to a dram—
 * Cogie, now the King's come.