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 16 Rattling roaring, swearing, drinking, How could thought her station keep ? Drams and drumming (faes to thinking,) Dozed reflection fast asleep. But when shipt to toils and dangers, Wi' the cauld grund for his bed-- Compassed round wi' faes and strangers, Soon Will's dreams of fancy fled. Led to battle's blood dyed banners Waving to the widow's moan, Will saw Glory's boasted honours End in life's expiring groan. Round Valenciens' strong walled city, Thick o'er Dunkirk's fatal plain, Will, (though dauntless) saw wi' pity, Britain's valiant sons lie slain. Fired by freedom's burning fever, Gallia's rack, death's slaughtering knell, Frae the Scheldt to Rhine's deep river, Briton's fought--but Briton's fell. Fell unaided, though cemented By the faith of friendship’s laws; Fell unpitied—unlamented! Bluiding in a thankless cause. In the thrang of comrades deeing, Fighting foremost of them a' Swith ! Fate's winged ball cam fleeing, And took Willie's leg in twa.