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(3) So off run for the Crown,

the Throns and Sceptre, a' that;

All other Kings he knock'd them down,

and plunder’d them, and a' that.

Rise up &c.

And thus the rogue goes on and steals,

contrary to each law that,

Till come at his heels,

and made him run for a' that.

Rise up &c.

Says, You rogue, begone,

My men are heroes a' that;

I'll make you tumble from your throne,

with shells and shot, and a' that.

Rise up &c.

Says Good day, good day,

Lord and a' that,

With you I can no longer stay,

Then fare you well and a' that.

Rise up &

So was chac'd about,

Boudeaux it fell, and a' that;

His scatter’d army took the rout,

o’er hids and mountains, a' that.

Rise up &c.

Now Paris' fallen fallen low,

the pride or France, and a' that;

And sinks beneath the blow,

dethron'd, disgrac'd, and a' that.

Rise up, &c.

The tyrant falls, he tumbles down,

Huzza! he falls, and a' that,