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274 JACOBITE SONGS.
THE DUKE OF CUMBERLAND.
From " The Wanderings of Prince Charles and Flora Macdonald,"
by Petek Buchan.
That mushrom thing call'd Cumberland
Has lately pass'd the Forth, sir ;
But he's commenced plunderland
Since he gaed to the north, sir ;
Sing audlie ilti, audlie ilti, audlie ilti, lara, lara ;
Sing audlie ilti, audlie ilti, audlie ilti, lara, lara.
He is the first of all the line
Call'd Protestant, I swear, sir.
That ever kiss'd our ladies fine,
Or breathed in Scottish air, sir.
Sing audlie ilti, &c.
Our priests he has incarcerate.
And burn'd our altars down, sir ;
The godless Whigs rejoice at that.
And bless the firebrand loon, sir.
Sing audlie ilti, &c.
But when our tartan lads come back,
And messieurs land at Dover,
We'll singe the lousy German pack,
And drive them to Hanover.
Sing audlie ilti, &c.
Then all the brood o'erwhelm'd with dool,
I'll pledge my faith and troth, sir.
Instead of tarts and pies at yule.
They'll slab their turnip-broth, sir.
' Sing audlie ilti, &c.
OH, HE'S BEEN LANG 0' COMING !
From Peter Buchan's "Prince Charles and Flora Macdonald.
The youth that should hae been our king
Was dress 'd in yellow, red, and green ;
A braver lad ye wadna seen
Nor our brave royal Charlie.

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