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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.
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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.
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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.
