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 7 Hur can peshaw a petter hough

Tan him who wears a crown, mattam;

Hersell a pistol and claymore

Ta fle a lallant lown, mattam.

Had awa bide awa,

Had awa frae me, Donald;

For a' your houghs and warlike arms,

You're no a match for me, Donald.

Hursell hae a short coat pi pote,

No trail my feets at rin mattam,

A cutty sark of good hare sheet,

My mither he be spin mattam,

Had awa, bide awa

Had awe frae me Donald;

Gae hame and hap your naked houghs,

And fash nae mair wi' me, Donald.

Ye neir pe pidden work a turn,

at ony kind o' spin mattam,

But shug your lenno in a scull,

And tidle highland sing mattam.

Had awa bide awa,

Had awa, frae me Donald;

Your jogging sculls and Eighland sang,

Will sound but harsh wi' me Donald.