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« Thé pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round
“him fly, " And for his king and country dear with pleasure he would
66 But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonny bounds, “ But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland's bonny bounds, « His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds, " While wide through all our Highland hills his warlike name
“ resounds : 6. His native land of liberty. shall nurse his glorious wounds, “ While wide through all our Highland hills his warlike name.
FRENCH EXPEDITION TO EGYPT.
When Willy Pitt, as he thought fit,
Did rule and guide us a', man, And furious War his iron car
Drove o'er the nations a', man ;
To visit Africa, man,
Resistance made but sma’, man.
While on their rocks, the Gallic cocks
Did stoutly strut and craw, man ; The reaver band despoil'd the land,
Took a' their gear awa', man; Wi' saints of gowd, in siller row'd,
O wow but they were braw, man ! The isles of Greece they next did fleece ;
Sic rugging ye ne'er saw, man. * See Explanation of the Scotch words in this song, p. 414.
But L'Orient's hulk had room and bulk
To haud and stow it a', man;
their flag and a', man ; The Crocodile forsook the Nile,
And fled wi' fear awa', man; The river horse beheld their force,
And sair did snort and paw, man.
The Musselmen forsook their den,
And to the mosque did draw, man ; Their Prophet great they did entreat,
And said a prayer or twa, man. But to be brief, the wily chief
Wha came from Corsica, man,
He had nae creed at a', man,
He'd tak’ their Prophet's law, man.
The mighty Turk dislik'd the work,
Wi' rage his lips did gnaw, man, And tell’d our King sae fause a thing
He could na bide at a', man: A renegade, that made a trade
Of spuilzieing friends and a', man, To set his foot, or raise his snout,
In Pharaoh's ancient ha', man.
Gi'e him a bield in that same field
Where Israel gather'd straw, mang 'Twas one to ten but he came ben
As far as Mecca's wa', man. Our Monarch's nod, like Neptune's rod, That sways
the Ocean a', man, Sent out a fleet their ships to meet,
Near Alexandria, man.
At Aboukir, withouten fear,
As Nelson's line did draw man, His hearts of oak their hawsers broke,
They did na wait to jaw, man ; Tri-colour’d flags came down like rags,
Where Nelson's guns did ca', man, Till glory's light sae drown'd his sight,
'Twas utter darkness a', man !
They left the sea like Antony,
And to the Nile did draw, man: As rockets fly, that mount the sky,
When conquest glads us a’, man, So L'Orient fair gaed through the air,
Like shooting stars that fa', man. With dying cries they pierc'd the skies,
And griev'd our heroes a', man.
The Mamalykes came frae their nooks,
To see the low sae braw, man;
On wings of flame high mounted Fame,
And loud her trump did blaw, man, 'Till Gallic faith, and a' their skaith,
Was kent in Asia, man;
Rejoic'd and fear'd them a', man.
Haud, hold, contain.
rit and courage.