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COMIC SONGSTKK.
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There’s Mungo M'Parlane, the Laird o’ Drumgarlin,
A briaky auld carl o’ three-acore and five.
He’ll wield his lang arm, and he’ll gi’e them a’ har-
And keep his ain grun wi’ the glegcst alive.
There’s Michael the sodger, that fought wi’ the
rebels.
And lost hia left leg just a wee e’er they ran.
But he’s got ane c’ wood, and he gars it play thud,
And whare the.'e’s a row, Michael’s aye in the
Sae up wi’ the kilties, &o.
Then fill up a glass, let us hae a guid waucht o’t,
Our mither Meg’s mutch be’t our care to keep
And the foul silly loon that would try to lay claught
o’t.
May Clootie’s lang claws haul ootbaitho’ hiseeu.
She’s auld, but she’s raukled, she’ll no bide their
scorning.
She’ll beat them when tried in a battle, I’u baii
Sae we’ll ne’er let her want Athol brose in the
morning,
Xor we’ll buttered bannocks o’ barely meal.
Sae up wi’ the kilties, 6tc.
MR FERGUSON ;
OR YOU CAN’T LODGE HERE.
Kind friends my name is Ferguson,
Unhappily for me ;
When you hear the woes it has brought on.
That ’Us so you’ll agree.