Ballads on Mr. Herons Election, 1795（3 / 8）

  and there will be black-nebbit johnie,
  the tongue o' the trump to them a';
  an he get na hell for his haddin',
  the deil gets na justice ava.
  and there will be kempleton's birkie,
  a boy no sae black at the bane;
  but as to his fine nabob fortune,
  we'll e'en let the subject alane.
  and there will be wigton's new sheriff;
  dame justice fu' brawly has sped,
  she's gotten the heart of a bushby,
  but, lord! what's become o' the head?
  and there will be cardoness, esquire,
  sae mighty in cardoness' eyes;
  a wight that will weather damnation,
  the devil the prey will despise.
  and there will be douglasses doughty,
  new christening towns far and near;
  abjuring their democrat doings,
  by kissin' the-o' a peer:
  and there will be folk frae saint mary's
  a house o' great merit and note;
  the deil ane but honours them highly—
  the deil ane will gie them his vote!
  and there will be kenmure sae gen'rous,
  whose honour is proof to the storm,
  to save them from stark reprobation,
  he lent them his name in the firm.
  and there will be lads o' the gospel,
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