Keppoch song

A HYMN
To his Grace the D of G^ , fyc. fyc.
fyc. Sfc. SfC. by the hireling freeholders of
the counties of Aberdeen, Banff, fyc. fyc.
$c.
WE praise thee, O great duke, for we
Jive daintily by the breath of thy bounty—
we bathe in the streams of thy pensioning
munificence. We bless thee, for thou art
graciously pleased to smile on our daugh-
ters—they feel the blessed effects of im-
pregnation, whereby thy image doth con-
tinue to be abundantly multiplied, and by
thy great example, we scoff at the old
fashioned notions of adultery and unclean-
ness.
Prosperous is he who doth become of
kin to thee, or who is united to any of thy
handmaids, or their progeny.
We magnify thee over the smoaking
joints of roast beef, our voices and votes
are turned to the praise of thy help or cash
giving representatives, over the potent