But at New-York, wi' knife an' fork,
Sir Loin he hacked sma', man,

IV.

B-rg--ne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa', man;
Then loft his way, ae mifty day,
In Saratoga fhaw, man.

C-rnw-ll-s fought as lang's he dought,
An' did the Buckskins claw, man;
But Cl-nt-n's glaive frae ruft to fave
He hung it to the wa', man.

V.

Then M-nt-gue, an' Guilford too,

Began to fear a fa’, man;

And S-ckv-lle doure, wha ftood the ftoure,

The German Chief to thraw, man:

For

For Paddy B-rke, like ony Turk,
Nae mercy had at a', man;

An' Charlie F-x threw by the box,
An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.

VI

Then R-ck-ngh-m took up the game;
Till Death did on him ca', man;
When Sh-lb-rne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to Gospel law, man:

Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,
They did his measures thraw, man,

For N-rth an' F-x united stocks,

An' bore him to the wa', man.

VII.

Then Clubs an' Hearts were Charlie's cartes,

He swept the stakes awa', man,

Till the Diamond's Ace, of Indian race
Led him a fair faux pas, man:
The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,

On Chatham's Boy did ca', man;

An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew,

Up, Willie, waur them a' man !?

VIII.

Behind the throne then Gr-nv-lle's gone,

A fecret word or twa, man;

While flee D-nd-s arous'd the clafs

Be-north the Roman wa', man:

An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith, (Inspired Bardies saw, man)

Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, 'Willie, rise !

• Would I hae fear'd them a', man!'

IX.

But, word an' blow, N-rth, F-x and Co,
Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,

Till

Till Suthron raise, and cooft their claise

Behind him in a raw, man :

An' Caledon threw by the drone,

An' did her whittle draw, man:
An' fwoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood
To mak it guid in law, man.

SONG

It was upon a Lammas night,

When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie :

The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
Till 'tween the late and early;
Wi' fma' perfuafion fhe agreed,
To fee me thro' the barley.

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