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98 A KEPPOCH SONG. canto
At all hands poor Keppoch's baited;
Scott looks up, seems more elated:
A plundered exile now you drive 'm,
No blessed hand dare hel|> to thrive 'm.
Still drive on your glorious car,
And whirl us round your sport of war.
A King's compromise next display,
And o'er the nation win the day.
Say, that King was still your depute;
James th' Seventh by law did leap out:
There was no Coke on Scottish bench,
Illegal trouncing to retrench.
Whirl'd so long, how great is Walter!
We may now be thought to faulter.
Behold now how he's pleas'd to cut,
And up for sale he doth us put;
Decks us out with ancient laurel,
Just to hide our ragg T d apparel;
For louis d'ors now are we sold;
Walter even takes British gold.
This is still but the old Scot trick,
Long have we been th' mart of traffic,
Down to Anne and George seraphic.
Walter now where hast thou found us;
At Inchgal hast thou now bound us?
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