Ballads on Mr. Herons Election, 1795(5 / 8)
and there will be heron, the major,
wha'll ne'er be forgot in the greys;
our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other,
him, only it's justice to praise.
and there will be maiden kilkerran,
and also barskimming's gude knight,
and there will be roarin birtwhistle,
yet luckily roars i' the right.
and there'll be stamp office johnie,
(tak tent how ye purchase a dram!)
and there will be gay cassencarry,
and there'll be gleg colonel tam.
and there'll be wealthy young richard,
dame fortune should hing by the neck,
for prodigal, thriftless bestowing—
his merit had won him respect.
and there will be rich brother nabobs,
(tho' nabobs, yet men not the worst,)
and there will be collieston's whiskers,
and quintin—a lad o' the first.
then hey! the chaste interest o' broughton
and hey! for the blessin's 'twill bring;
it may send balmaghie to the commons,
in sodom 'twould make him a king;
and hey! for the sanctified murray,
our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd;
he founder'd his horse among harlots,
but gied the auld naig to the lord.
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john bushby's lamentation. ↑返回顶部↑
wha'll ne'er be forgot in the greys;
our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other,
him, only it's justice to praise.
and there will be maiden kilkerran,
and also barskimming's gude knight,
and there will be roarin birtwhistle,
yet luckily roars i' the right.
and there'll be stamp office johnie,
(tak tent how ye purchase a dram!)
and there will be gay cassencarry,
and there'll be gleg colonel tam.
and there'll be wealthy young richard,
dame fortune should hing by the neck,
for prodigal, thriftless bestowing—
his merit had won him respect.
and there will be rich brother nabobs,
(tho' nabobs, yet men not the worst,)
and there will be collieston's whiskers,
and quintin—a lad o' the first.
then hey! the chaste interest o' broughton
and hey! for the blessin's 'twill bring;
it may send balmaghie to the commons,
in sodom 'twould make him a king;
and hey! for the sanctified murray,
our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd;
he founder'd his horse among harlots,
but gied the auld naig to the lord.
ballad third
john bushby's lamentation. ↑返回顶部↑