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Who fac'd every danger, to fear was a stranger,
 * Must pine now in poverty down to the grave.

The fine sinecurist can now make a tourist
 * To Paris, and sport your hard earnings gallore

For since the creation such heavy taxation
 * Was never impos'd upon mankind before.

That heavy taxation has ruined this nation.
 * And left us the scoff of our once daring foes,

Whose pride and ambition hold us in derision,
 * Since ever we tasted the Waterloo brose.

Since it came in fashion, to foster the nation,
 * The red rosy cheek has become pale and wan;

And left the industrious mechanic to perish.
 * Who once was the glory and pride of the land

My sodger laddie is over the sea,
 * And he will bring gowd and siller to me;

And when he comes hame he'll make me a lady,
 * My blessing gang with my sodger laddie.

My doughty laddie is handsome and brave,
 * And can as a sodger and lover behave;

True to his country, to love he is steady,
 * There's few to compare with my sodger laddie