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The Frenchmen thae lil-deedy bodies,

Wha never war’ sound at the bane,

Wt' hearts maist as black as a kettle,

An' o’ their auid trick unca fain ;

Wi sleechin' an’ Hornie’s assistance,

Gart heavy-a—*d Dutchmen agree,

Their ships a’ wi’ haste to untether,

An* meet Edie Duncan at sea:--

While Britons, &c.

But folk little ken; whan they travel,

What luckless mishaps may befa'

Or the Dutchmen wad ne’er been sae doit

As ventur’d frae Holland ava’;

For Duncan sae wyhe an' cunnin',

Lay watchin’ the time to begin,

Then bellyflaught bang’d in upon them,

An’ gied them a weel licket skin.

While Britons, &c.

Wi’ legs snappet aft—broken noddles—

(my f**gs ’twas a sad revel’d pirn)!

The Dutchmen endeavour d to sin forst,

But fand themsel‘es snib’d in a girn !

They o kit like grysies new sticket,

Whan siccan mishanters they saw,