Song XXVIII., pp.278-279.

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FArewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy

And a’ the rosie lasses milking on the down: 

Adieu the flowry meadows, aft sae dear to Jocky

The sports and merry glee of Edinborow town: 

Since French and Spanish louns stand at bay, 

And valiant lads of Britain hold ‘em play, 

My reap-hook I maun cast quite away, 

And fight too like a man, 

Among ‘em, for our royal queen Anne

– 

Each carle of Irish mettle battles like a dragon: 

The Germans waddle, and straddle to the drum; 

The Italian and the butter bowzy Hogan Mogan: 

Good-faith then, Scottish Jocky mauna ly at hame: 

For since they are ganging to hunt renown, 

And swear they’ll quickly ding auld Monsieur down, 

I’ll follow for a pluck at his crown, 

To shew that Scotland can 

Excel ‘em for our royal queen Anne

– 

Then welcome from Vigo

And cudgelling Don Diego

With strutting rascallions, 

And plundering the galleons: 

Each brisk valiant fellow 

Fought at Rondondellow

And those who did meet 

With the Newfound-land fleet; 

When, for late successes, 

Which Europe confesses, 

At land by our gallant commanders; 

The Dutch in strong beer, 

Shou’d be drunk for a year, 

With their general’s health in Flanders

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