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Broadside ballad concerning the incompetence of politicians
TUnE?Laird o' Cockpen.
There's Sandy M'A-----y, sae empty and proud,
At whom the First Ward fired their cannon sae loud ;
But Sandy's a tower?let your guns at ance cease-.
An' a riotous member o' Edinbro' Police.
Next comes in the raw?but my heart it is quakin'?
The Lord Dean o' Guild, the right worshipful A------nl
Wha, like frien' M'A-----y, has stood in the breach,
And telt a' the Guildry to hang, or go preach.
But M-----r avers 'twas a vile bitter pill.
But enough o' our Dean, to D-----e wi' speed,
Wha has " done wi' his friends" in truth and in deed ;
And D-----n has sided against him that day.
But haud yet awee, wha is this that now comes !
An' wi' honour ye canna be aff frae the vote,
Come, tip me your darby, gie Jamie the sack,
And manfully vote for your frien' Adam Black !
It can do ye nae guid, quoth Judas, sae brisk,
And Adam, my frien', I run a great risk ;?
My maps fur the Kirk,?you may draw the conclusion,
Should I vote 'gainst her Idol and God, Non-Intrusion.
At the voting that day, Judas thocht to himsel',
For neither I'll vote, I'll just keep mysel',
For Ramsay's red gown looks real decent and clean,
And then I'll be match wi' my frien' the Lord Dean.
Probable period of publication:
1830-1860 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(6a)