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YE Brittons aw,
Who are moulding the Law,
For your use as occasion is fitting;
What a Deel did you gain,
By late muckle pain,
When our Peers were outvoted from Sitting:
Woons, dant we know,
That a few Years ago,
Ere ye twin'd the Rose with the Thistle;
Yead a gin any Flower,
That ye had in your pow'r,
Tho' we now are scarce worth a Whistle.
Gud feth we see,
Like a Lass that too free,
Has bin bob'd of her Maidenly treasure;
That instead of regard,
For a bargain so hard,
You think you may Slight us at pleasure:
But woons, take heed,
Say our Loons near the Tweed,
For if no brave Calledonian;
Made a Lord by the Queen,
Mayn't do like the Sixteen,
Deel awa with the rest of the U n.