Ballad On The American War-Robert Burns1759-1796 ,Song, 1784

When Guilford good our
pilot stood
An' did our hellim thraw,
man,
Ae night, at tea, began a
plea,
Within America, man:
Then up they gat the
maskin-pat,
And in the sea did jaw,
man;
An' did nae less, in full
congress,
Than quite refuse our
law, man.

Then thro' the lakes
Montgomery takes,
I wat he was na slaw,
man;
Down Lowries Burn he
took a turn,
And Carleton did ca',
man:
But yet, whatreck, he at
Quebec,
Montgomery-likee did fa;,
man,
Wi sword in hand
Amang his en'mies a',
man.

Poor Tammy Gage
within a cage
Was kept at Boston-ha,
man;
Till Willie Howe took
o'er the knowe
For Philidelphia, man;
Wi' sword an' gun he
thought a sin
Guid Christian bluid to
draw, man;
But at New York, wi'
knife an' fork,
Sir-Loin he hacked sma',
man.

Burgoyne gaed up, like
spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brae did fa',
man;
Then lost his way, ae
misty day,
In Saratoga shaw, man.
Cornwallis fought as
lang's he dought,
An did the Buckskins
claw, man;
But Clinton's glaive frae
rust to save,
He hung it to the wa',
 man.

Then Montague, an'
Guilford too,
Began to fear, a fa', man;
And Sackville dour, wha
stood the stour,
The German chief to
thraw, man;
For Paddy Burke, like
ony Turk,
Nae mercy had at a;,
man;
An' Charlie Fox threw
by the box,
An' lows'd his tinkler
jaw, man.

Then Rockingham took
up the game,
Till death did on him ca',
man;
When Shelburne meek
held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law,
 man;
Saint Stephen's boys, wi'
jarring noise,
They did his measures
thaw, man;
For North an' Fox united
stocks, An' bore him to the wa'',
man.

Then clubs an' hearts
were Charlie's cartes,
He swept the stakes
awa;, man,
Till the diamond's ace, of
Indian race,
Led him a sair faux pas,
man:
The Saxon lads, wi' loud
placads,
On Chatam's boy did
 ca', man;
An Scorland drew her
pipe an' blew,
"Up Willie, waur them
a' man!"

Behind the throne then
Granville's gone,
A secret word or twa,
man;
While slee Dundas
arous'd the class
Be-north the Roman wa',
man;
An Chathams'wraith, in
heav'nly graith,
(Inspired bardies saw,
man),
Wi' kindling eyes, cry'd,
"Willie, rise!
Would I hae fear'd them
 a', man?
But, word an' blow,
North, Fox, and Co.
Gowff'd Willie like a ba',
man;
Till Suthron raise, an'
coost their claise
Behind him in a raw,
man:
An' swoor fu'rude, thro'
dirt an' bluid,
To mak it guid in law,
man.

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