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SONGS. ISS
Has yerkit our faes in a tulzie^
An' proved himsel' wordy the name.
The Frenchmen, thae ill-deedy bodies,
Wha never wetc sound at the bane,
Wi' hearts maist as black as a kettle.
An' o' their auld tricks unco fain ;
Wi' fleechin, an' Hornie's assistance,
Gart meikle-breek'd Dutchmen agree
Their ships a' wi' haste to untether.
An' meet Adie Duncan at sea.
But fouk little ken, whan they travel.
What luckless mishaps may befa'.
Or the Dutchmen wad ne'er been sae doited
As ventured frae Holland ava :
For Duncan, sae wily an' cunning".
Lay watching- the time to begin ;
Then belly-flaug-ht bang-ed in upo' them.
An' gied them a weel-licked skin.
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