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297. Election Ballad for Westerha'

 THE LADDIES by the banks o’ Nith
 Wad trust his Grace 1 wi a’, Jamie;
But he’ll sair them, as he sair’d the King—
 Turn tail and rin awa’, Jamie.


Chorus.—Up and waur them a’, Jamie,
 Up and waur them a’;
The Johnstones hae the guidin o’t,
 Ye turncoat Whigs, awa’!


The day he stude his country’s friend,
 Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie,
Or frae puir man a blessin wan,
 That day the Duke ne’er saw, Jamie.
 Up and waur them, &c.


But wha is he, his country’s boast?
 Like him there is na twa, Jamie;
There’s no a callent tents the kye,
 But kens o’ Westerha’, Jamie.
 Up and waur them, &c.


To end the wark, here’s Whistlebirk,
 Lang may his whistle blaw, Jamie;
And Maxwell true, o’ sterling blue;
 And we’ll be Johnstones a’, Jamie.
 Up and waur them, &c.

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