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48 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
Wlia the deil liae we gotten for a king,
But a wee, wee German lairdie ?
And, when we gaed to bring him name,
He was delving in his yardie :
Sheughing kail, and laying leeks,
But l the hose, and but the breeks ;
And up his beggar duds he cleeks —
This wee, wee German lairdie.
And he 's clapt down in our guidman's cka
The wee, wee German lairdie ;
And he 's brought fouth o' foreign trash,
And dibbled them in his yardie.
He 's pu'd the rose o' English loons,
And broken the harp o' Irish clowns ;
But our thistle taps will jag his thumbs —
This wee, wee German lairdie.
Come up amang our Highland hills,
Thou wee, wee German lairdie,
And see how the Stuarts' lang-kail thrive
They dibbled in our yardie :
And if a stock ye dare to pu',
Or haud the yoking o' a plough,
We '11 break your sceptre o'er your niou',
Thou wee bit German lairdie.
Our hills are steep, our glens are deep,
Nae fitting for a yardie ;
And our Norland thistles winna pu',
Thou wee bit G.erman lairdie :
And we've the trenching blades o' weir,
Wad prune ye o' your German gear —
We '11 pass ye 'neath the claymore's shear.
Thou feckless German lairdie !
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