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 My Doctors look that you agree, Cure a' the town without a fae; My lawyers, dinna pick a plea—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Come forth each sturdy Burgher's bairn, That dints on wood or clarks on airn, That fires the o'en, or winds the pirn—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Come forward with the Blanket blue, Your sires were loyal men and true, As Scotland's foeman oft might rue—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Scots downs loup, and rin a rave, We're steady folks, and something grave, We'll keep the causeway firm and brave—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Sir Thomas thunder from your rock, Till Pentland dinles wi' the shock. I'll hae a braw new snood o' smoke—
 * Carle, now the King's come.

Melvile, bring out your bands of blue, A' Londen lads, baith stout and true, With Elcho, Hope' and Cockburn too—
 * Carle, now the King's come.