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 7 An' heartily dam'd the French vermin, Wha’ o'them had made a cat’s paw. While Britons, &c.

Yet Frenchmen [wha’ll ne’er be tongue tacket], Blaw awa at an unca degree; Again bout invasion they blether, An' swear they’ll be here in a wee; But e'en let them yammer an’ ettle, Britannia laughs at their scheme; She has tars wha are kings o’ the ocean. An Volunteer birkies at hame. While Britons, &c.

Whan Scotia’s shield o'er her mountains Sae terribly sounds the alarm, Her Sons, looking forward to glory. Rush bravely to guard her frae harm. ‘Mang the lave o' her trusty defenders, Whase praise weel deserve to be sung. There's Campbells, a race lang respeckit, Frae Dermid great warrior! sprung. While Britons, &c.

Eke Ferguson, Dewer. and Frazer, Buchannan, wha seek SCOTIA's weel.