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AWA' WHIGS AWA'(
Robert Burns)
Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses;
But Whigs cam like a frost in June, An wither'd a our posies.CHORUS
Awa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa!
Ye're but a pack o traitor louns, Ye'll do nae guid at a'.
Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust; Deil blin' them wi the stoure o't,
An write their names in the black beuk Wha gae the Whigs the power o't!
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Our sad decay in church and state Surpasses my descriving:
The Whig cam o'er us for a curse, An we hae done wi thriving.
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Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap, But we may see him waukin:
Gude help the day when Royal heads Are hunted like a maukin!
& chtune: Awa whigs awa (303)filename
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