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116 JACOBITE
We'll root out usurpation
Entirely from the nation
And cause the restoration
Of James, our lawful king.
But let the Duke of Brunswick
Sit still upon his bum ;
He's but a perfect dunseke,
If e'er he meant to come.
The rogues who brought him over.
They plainly may discover,
'Twere better for Hanover
He'd stay'd and drunk his mum.
Ungrateful Prince Hanover,
Go home now to thy own !
Thou act'st not like a brother
To him who owns the crown.
There's thirty of that race, man,
Before that thou take place, man ;
It were a great disgrace, man,
Thy title yet to own.
Let our brave loyal clans, then,
Their ancient Stuart race
Bestore, with sword in hand, then,
And all their foes displace.
All unions we'll o'erturn, boys,
Which caus'd our nation mourn, boys
Like Bruce at Bannockburn, boys,
The English home we'll chase.
Our king they do despise, boys,
Because of Scottish blood ;
But for all their oaths and lies, boys,
His title still is good,