Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
526 . SongThe Dumfries Volunteers
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Then let the louns beware, Sir;
There’s wooden walls upon our seas,
And volunteers on shore, Sir:
The Nith shall run to Corsincon,
And Criffel sink in Solway,
Ere we permit a Foreign Foe
On British ground to rally!
We’ll ne’er permit a Foreign Foe
On British ground to rally!
In wrangling be divided, Till, slap! come in an unco loun, And wi’ a rung decide it! Amang ourselves united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted! No! never but by British hands Shall British wrangs be righted! Perhaps a clout may fail in’t; But deil a foreign tinkler loun Shall ever ca’a nail in’t. Our father’s blude the Kettle bought, And wha wad dare to spoil it; By Heav’ns! the sacrilegious dog Shall fuel be to boil it! By Heav’ns! the sacrilegious dog Shall fuel be to boil it! And the wretch, his true-born brother, Who would set the Mob aboon the Throne, May they be damn’d together! Who will not sing “God save the King,” Shall hang as high’s the steeple; But while we sing “God save the King,” We’ll ne’er forget T But while we sing “God save the King,” We’ll ne’er forget T