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to Coalsnaughton, and old comrades adieu,

Altho’ I am sorry for parting with you;

It’s nothing but informers that drives me from thee,

For to make a drap whisky in the Southcountrie.

For when I had labour’d, and had made a house,

The informers came on me, as cunning’s a mouse;

Then straight to the Gaugers they foreward did flee,

But they will not do so in the Southcountrie.

Oh! when I was brewing in Cornilus’ pit;

The hard-hearted Gaughers got me in their grip;

They said, To our King we have always been true,

So give us the Whisky that is beside you.

I said, My good fellows, now don’t be so vile,

I have made my Whisky by labour and toil;

And for such oppression I don’t know a law.

So I’ll leave the Northcountry for fair Gallowa’.

MY friends they look down, but it’s not with disdain,

That e’er I should offer to go back again;

But how can I stay amongst tyrants so rude.

Who would first take my Whisky, and then shed my blood?