Here awa', there awa', wandering, Willie, Here awa', there awa', haud awa' hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only deary, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Loud tho' the winter blew cauld on our ...
Awa whigs awa, Awa whigs awa, Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But whigs cam like a frost in June, And ...
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