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 O'er bush, o'er bank o'er ditch, o'er stank

she flang amang them a' man,

The butter-box got mony knocks,

their rigging paid for a then,

They get ther paiks wi' sudden straik,

which to their grief they saw man,

Wi' clinkum—clankum o’er their crowns,

the lads began to fa' man.

Her ski tskirt [sic] about, her l aptleapt [sic] about,

and slan amang them a' man:

The English blades got broken heads,

thei heads were cleav'd in twa then.

The durk and dour made their last hour,

aud prov'd their final fa’ man;

They thought the devil had been there,

that play’d them sic a pa' man.

The Solemn League and Covenant,

came whigging up the hil man;

Thought Highland trews durst not refuse,

for to subscribe their bill then.

In Willie's name they thought nae ane,

dure stop their cou se at a’ man;

But her n'i sel wi’ mony a knock,

cry'd, Furigh figs awa’ many

Sir Evan Du, and his men true,

came linking up the brink man;

The Hogan Dutch they feared such,

they bred a horrid stink then.