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(7) Tho' he did get back for a wonder,

In hopes to take back his auld gear,

If they come on him like thunder,

They may ding him yet aff his chair.

When firſt he came back with a hurry,

And nothing but joy ſeen and mirth,

His new friends they long'd for a worry,

His auld friends they cry'd for a birth;

Says he, Now I've ventur'd to ſee you,

In hopes ye will fight in my cauſe,

And frae grips I will free you,

And keep you ſecure in my claws.

Out-bye to their Elba they ſent me,

But there I had ower little bounds,

That ſtation cou'd never content me,

Like haſhing and cracking of Crowns.

Now a' my true Generals who join'd me,

And left ſervice for a',

Ye'll now do your beſt for to mind me,

For fear of another new fa'.

Yet baith auld and young they would wiſh me

To take a while yet o' the Crown,

Beſides that a thing that wou'd puſh me,

To leave a good birth for my lown;—

That made me to come owre the water,

To raiſe up another new ſpree,