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 An' ay she took the tither souk

To drouk the stourie tow.

The weary pund, &c.

Quoth 1, " For shame ye dirty dame,

Gae spin your tap o' tow;

She took the rock, and wi' a knock

She brake it o'er my pow.

The weary pund, &c.

At last her feet, I sang to see't,

Gaed foremost oe'r a knowe,

And e'er I'll wed anither jade,

I'll wallop in a tow.

The weary pund, &c.

STAND to your guns my hearts of oak

Let not a word on board be spoke,

Victory soon will crown the joke,

Be silent but be ready :

Ram home your guns and spunge them well,

Let us be sure the balls will tell,

The cannons roar shall sound their knell,

Be staedy, boys, be steady.

Nor yet, nor yet! reserve your fire

I do desire: - Fire !

Now the elements do rattle,