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For why, a lord may be a gouk,
Wi' ribbon, star, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A lord may be a lousy loun,
Wi' ribbon, star, an' a' that.

A beardless boy comes o'er the hills,
Wi' uncle's purse an' a' that;
But we'll hae ane frae 'mang oursels,
A man we ken, an' a' that.

For a' that, an' a' that!

Here's Heron yet for a' that!
For we're not to be bought an' sold
Like naigs, an' nowt, an' a' that.

Then let us drink the Stewartry,
Kerroughtree's laird, an' a' that,
Our representative to be,

For weel he's worthy a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,
Here's Heron yet for a' that!
A House of Commons such as he,
They would be blest that saw that.



Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright,

For there will be bickerin' there;
For Murray's light-horse are to muster,
And O, how the heroes will swear!
An' there will be Murray commander,
And Gordon the battle to win;
Like brothers they'll stand by each other,
Sae knit in alliance an' kin.

An' there will be black-lippit Johnnie,
The tongue o' the trump to them a';
An he get nae hell for his haddin'
The deil gets nae justice ava';
An' there will be Kempleton's birkie,
A boy no sae black at the bane,
But, as for his fine nabob fortune,
We'el e'en let the subject alane.
An' there will be Wigton's new sheriff,
Dame Justice fu' brawlie has sped,
She's gotten the heart of a Bushby,
But, Lord, what's become o' the head?
An' there will be Cardoness' Esquire,
Sae mighty in Cardoness' eyes;
A wight that will weather damnation,
For the devil the prey will despise.
An' there will be Douglasses doughty,
New christening towns far and near
Abjuring their democrat doings,
By kissing the o' a peer;

An 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 to the firm.
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.
An' where is our king's lord lieutenant
Sae fam'd for his gratefu' return?
The billie is gettin' his questions,
To say in St. Stephen's the morn.
An' there will be lads o' the gospel,
Muirhead wha's as gude as he's true;
An' there will be Buittle's apostle,

Wha's more o' the black than the blue;

An' there will be folk from St. Mary's,
A house o' great merit and note,
The deil ane but honours them highly,-
The deil ane will gie them his vote!
An' there will be wealthy young Richard,
Dame Fortune should hing by the neck;
For prodigal, thriftless, bestowing,

His merit had won him respect :
An' there will be rich brother nabobs,
Though nabobs, yet men of the first,
An' there will be Collieston's whiskers,
An' Quintin, o' lads not the worst.
An' there will be stamp-office Johnnie,
Tak tent how ye purchase a dram;
An' there will be gay Cassencarrie,

An' there will be gleg Colonel Tam,
An there will be trusty Kerroughtree,
Whose honour was ever his law,
If the virtues were pack'd in a parcel,
His worth might be sample for a'.
An' can we forget the auld major,
Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys,
Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other,
Him only 'tis justice to praise.
An' there will be maiden Kilkerran,
And also Barskimming's gude knight,
An' there will be roarin' Birtwhistle,
Wha luckily roars in the right.

An' there, frae the Niddisdale's borders,
Will mingle the Maxwells in droves;
Teugh Johnnie, staunch Geordie, an' Walie,
That griens for the fishes an' loaves;
An' there will be Logan Mac Douall,
Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there,
An' also the wild Scot o' Galloway,
Sodgerin', gunpowder Blair.

Then hey the chaste interest o' Broughton,
An' hey for the blessings 'twill bring!
It may send Balmaghie to the Commons,
In Sodom 'twould make him a king;
An' hey for the sanctified M-


Our land who wi' chapels has stor❜d; He founder'd his horse among harlots, But gied the auld naig to the Lord.


Tune-Buy broom besoms.

WHA will buy my troggin,
Fine election ware;
Broken trade o' Broughton,

A' in high repair.

Buy braw troggin,

Frae the banks o' Dee;

Wha wants troggin

Let him come to me.

There's a noble Earl's

Fame and high renown,

For an auld song

It's thought the gudes were stown.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's the worth o' Broughton

In a needle's ee;

Here's a reputation

Tint by Balmaghie.

Buy braw troggin, &c

Here's an honest conscience
Might a prince adorn;

Frae the downs o' Tinwald

So was never worn.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's its stuff and lining,
Cardoness' head;
Fine for a sodger

A' the wale o' lead.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's a little wadset
Buittle's scrap o' truth,
Pawn'd in a gin-shop
Quenching holy drouth.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's armorial bearings
Frae the manse o' Urr;
The crest, an auld crab-apple
Rotten at the core.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here is Satan's picture,
Like a bizzard gled,
Pouncing poor Redcastle
Sprawlin' as a taed.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's the worth and wisdom
Collieston can boast;
By a thievish midge

They had been nearly lost.
Buy braw troggin, &c

Here is Murray's fragments
O' the ten commands;
Gifted by black Jock

To get them aff his hands.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Saw ye e'er sic troggin?

If to buy ye're slack,

Hornie's turnin' chapman,-
He'll buy a' the pack.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

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