Ballads on Mr. Herons Election, 1795（4 / 8）

  and there will be buittle's 'tle,
  wha's mair o' the black than the blue.
  and there will be logan m'dowall,
  sculdudd'ry an' he will be there,
  and also the wild scot o' galloway,
  sogering, gunpowder blair.
  but we winna mention redcastle,
  the body, e'en let him escape!
  he'd venture the gallows for siller,
  an 'twere na the cost o' the rape.
  but where is the doggerbank hero,
  that made “hogan mogan” to skulk?
  poor keith's gane to hell to be fuel,
  the auld rotten wreck of a hulk.
  and where is our king's lord lieutenant,
  sae fam'd for his gratefu' return?
  the birkie is gettin' his questions
  to say in saint stephen's the morn.
  but mark ye! there's trusty kerroughtree,
  whose honor was ever his law;
  if the virtues were pack'd in a parcel,
  his worth might be sample for a';
  and strang an' respectfu's his backing,
  the maist o' the lairds wi' him stand;
  nae gipsy-like nominal barons,
  wha's property's paper—not land.
  and there, frae the niddisdale borders,
  the maxwells will gather in droves,
  teugh jockie, staunch geordie, an' wellwood,
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