The McCalmans

AWA' WHIGS, AWA

attr. Robert Burns

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Our thistles flourish 'd  fresh and fair 

And bonnie bloom'd our roses 

But Whigs cam like a frost in June 

And wither'd  a' our poses 



    Awa, Whigs, awa! 

    Awa, Whigs, awa 

    Ye 're but a pack o' traitor louns 

    Ye'll do nae guid at a' 



The sad decay in church and state 

Surpasses my subscribing 

The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse 

An' we hae done wi' thriving 



    Chorus



Our ancient crown is ta'en her piece 

Surpassing all my feelings 

The Whigs cam o' er us on a day 

And may have left us reelin'



    Chorus

 

Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap, 

But we may see him waukin' 

Gude help the day when Royal heads 

Are hunted like a maukin'

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8th December 1999