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AWA' WHIGS AWA'
Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair,
And bonie bloom'd our roses,
But Whigs cam like a frost in
June,
An wither'd a our posies.
CHORUS
Awa, Whigs, awa!
Awa, Whigs, awa!
Ye're but a pack o traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae guid at a'.
Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust,
Deil blin' them wi the stoure o't,
An write their names in the black beuk,
Wha gae the Whigs the power o't!
Our sad decay in church and state,
Surpasses my descriving,
The
Whig cam o'er us for a curse,
An we hae done wi thriving.
Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap,
But we may see him waukin,
Gude help the
day when Royal heids,
Are hunted like a maukin!
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