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 3 hey march’d afff thegither, without e’er a fwither ; Their braid fwords, their guns, an’ their bonnets fae blue: They a’ were fu’merry while croffn’ the ferry, An’ met Bonaparte juft at Waterloo.

Then Bona advanc'd wi’ his troops in a furry. An’ yecket our birkies wi’ four to their ane; Tak’ time man, quoth Donnel, what d—I's a’ your hurry. Ye’ll foonget your fill o’t,an’ that ye fHalifin. He met fie refiftance, he took to a diftance, A gun-fhat an’ mair out the gate o’ nainfell; For f —h he had min’ o’ the fields o’ Corunna, An’ Egypt, where a’ his Invincibles fell.

Yet thoufan’s on thou fan’s hefent to the battle. Artillery, cavalry, marksmen an’ a’; Their drums an’ their cannons did awfully rattle When Sawney came up wi’ his Greys in a raw: Their braid fwords a’ glancin’, their horfes were prancin’, Sae w arlike their form, an’ fae rapid their pace, The yird it was fhakin, the B'rench were a’ quakin’, While Bona cried out,O thefe terrible Greys!

His bold cuiraffiers they drove to diftraction, Thro’ columns of infantry cut up their way. When firm, in the red reekin’ gufh o’the action, A favourite Eagle was ta’en by a Grey.