The Scots musical museum: Consisting of six hundred Scots songs with proper basses for the piano forteHumbly dedicated to the Catch Club instituted at EdinrJune 1771. . r^m ^m w As I view our Scots lads* in their kilts and cockades,A blooming and fresh as a rose, man;1 think wi* myself O. the meal and the ale,And the fruits of our Scottish kail brose, hey for the cogie &c. When our brave highland blades, wi* their claymores and plaids,In the field, drive, like sheep, a our foes, man;Their courage and powr, spring frae this, to be sure,Theyre the noble effects of the brose, he
The Scots musical museum: Consisting of six hundred Scots songs with proper basses for the piano forteHumbly dedicated to the Catch Club instituted at EdinrJune 1771. . r^m ^m w As I view our Scots lads* in their kilts and cockades,A blooming and fresh as a rose, man;1 think wi* myself O. the meal and the ale,And the fruits of our Scottish kail brose, hey for the cogie &c. When our brave highland blades, wi* their claymores and plaids,In the field, drive, like sheep, a our foes, man;Their courage and powr, spring frae this, to be sure,Theyre the noble effects of the brose, hey for the cogie fee. But your spindle shankd sparks, wha but ill set their sarks,And your pale visagd milksops, and beaus, man,I think when I see them, twere kindness to gie them,A cogie of ale and of brose, hey for the cogie &c. 646 The Dumfries for this Work by Robert Burns pfifS^ 6b6 Does haughty Gaul in-Vafion threat, Then let the louns be- with Spirit. m ^^p J IIJ V J ^TrTJW^fe ware, Sir, Theres wooden walls u-pon our \blunteers on fhore, mit a foreign foe, On Britifh ground to ral_ ly ^?1 ~#E wm Olet us not, like fnarling curs, In wrangling be divided,Till, flap, come in an unco loun, And wi a rung decide it:Be Britain ftill to Britain true, Amang ourfels united:^or never but by Britifh. hands Maun Britifh wrangs be never but &c. The kettle o the Kirk and State,Perhaps a clout may fail int; But deil a foreign tinkler lounShall ever ca a nail inf. Our fathers blude the kettle bought: And vvha wad dare to fpoil it,By Heavens, the faciile^ious dogShall fuel be to boil itiBy Heavens, &c. The wretch that would a Tj rant own, And the wretch, his true fwern brother,Who would fet the Mob above the throne, May they be darnnd will not ling, God fave the king; Shall hang as highs the fteeplojBut while we fave the king, Well neer forget the while we fing fee. 566 Hes dear dear to me SCc.
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