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 Revenge your wrongs on proud France,

who threatens you with an invaion.

They ay forty thouand they'll land,

and put all the world in wonder,

But, while the Royal Scots are at hand,

we’ll make Monieur to knock uuderunder [sic].

Then Monier come if you dare,

I’ll warrand we'll handle you cleverly,

And hew you what Royal Scots are,

By a dance call’d Roger of Coverly.

Young Roger has left off his plough,

and now he is ploughing the ocean,

And Johnny's a gentleman now,

a oldier in the height of promotion.

His word for his flail now he's worn,

who every day was a trehing,

But intead of his threhing of corn,

the French he’s cutting and lahing.

Then Monsieur come if you dare, &c.

The Royal Scots they are as good,

as ever was belted in leather,

For their king and their country they tood,

they'll beat or they'll all die together,

In the front of the battle array,

they cruize from their honoured tation,