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Oh! qualis hurly-burly fuit, si forte, vidisses.
I sing the day sae aften sung,
A’ kind o print ;
There's naething in't.
I'm fain to think the joys the same
Baith blind and cripple, Forgather aft, О fie for shame!
To drink and tipple.
THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY IN EDINBURGH.
O Muse, be kind, and dinna fash us
That heath’nish spring; Wi' Highland whisky scour our hawses,
gar us sing.
Begin then, dame, ye've drunk your fill,
And ding you doitet;
To hae the wyte o't.
Sing then, how, on the fourth of June,
Wi' flag-staff buskit, Frae which the soldier blades come down
To cock their musket.
เนจ THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY IN EDINBURGH.
Oh willawins ! Mons Meg, for you,
Baith gut and ga'?
Against the law.
Right seldom am I gien to bannin,
In shire o' Fife
An' tak his life.
The hills in terror wad cry out,
That glowr'd wi' wonder,
To hear thy thunder.
unn THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY IN EDINBURGH.
Sing likewise, Muse, how blue-gown bodies,
pay : Than them what magistrate mair proud is
On king's birth-day?
On this great day the city-guard,
Gang thro their functions, By hostile rabble seldom spar'd
Of clarty unctions.
O soldiers ! for your ain dear sakes,
Nor be sqe rude,
num THE KING'S BIRTH-DAY IN EDINBURGH.
Wi' firelock or Lochaber ax,
As spill their blude.
Now round and round the serpents whiz,
Alake the day!
Its curls away.
Shou'd th' owner patiently keek round,
Taks him a lounder,
As flat's a flounder.
The Muse maun also now implore