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One hundred and twenty cannon,
from them we took away,
Six eagles fine we took from them,
all on that glorious day.
We hope this glorious action
will bring peace for evermore,
All nations ſhall united be,
through every diſtant ſhore,
Succeſs unto Duke Wellington,
who gain’d this glorious day,
Likewiſe to General Blucher,
that always fought his way.
Lawrie O’Broom’s Rambles from Ireland to
Scotland.
THE trade it is bad, now good people I hear;
And my name it is Lawrie O’Broom, sir,
My father, he died, left me all that he had,
’Twas a good breeding sow; and a loom, ſir.
I lived quite happy a very ſhort ſpace,
Till I married a wife, who ſoon alter’d the cafe,
She blackened my eyes, and ſpat in my face;
It was tight times for Lawrie O’Broome, ſir.
I thought to myſelf this would not long do,
my paſſion no longer could ſmother;
I inſtantly ſold off my loom and my ſow,
and ſent the jade hone to her mother.
And then for old Scotland I ſtraightway did ſteer,
to leave that ſweet place I once lov’d ſo dear,
With grief in my boſom, was ready to tear
the heart out of Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.
