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 ( 4 ) Sic fhootin' an’ ftickin’. fie cuffin an’ kickin’, The like was na feen fin’ the warld began! The French cou’dna bide it, they were fae ill guided, Sae a’ that were able took leg for’t an’ ran.

They fent little Bona to Ifle St. Helena, I wonder they were na’for knockin him down; How Louis may thrave anout Paris I kenna, But there he's poffeffin’ his feat and his crown. We’ll chant owre the ftory to auld Scotian’s glory, An fill up a horn o’ her whifky fae blue ; To Sawney an’ Donnel. wha fmartly did han’le The errand that led them to fee Waterloo

MY COUNTRY, MY KING, AND MY LASS. ’Twas at Porfmonth I firft faw my Nancy, Her dad kept the fign of the Ship, When finding fhe fuited my fancy, I foon fet love’s anchor a-trip; So I lay-to, and hail’d her one morning, On courtfhip d’ye mind me agog, And failor-like, flattery fcorning, Talk’d of love as fhe ferv’d out the grog.