The Laddies bythe banks o’ Nith
Wadtrust his Grace^1wi a’, Jamie;
But he’ll sairthem, as he sair’d the King-
Turn tail and rinawa’, Jamie.
Chorus.-Up and waur them a’, Jamie,
Up and waur them a’;
The Johnstones haethe guidin o’t,
Ye turncoat Whigs, awa’!
The day he stude his country’s friend,
Or giedher faes a claw, Jamie,
Orfraepuirman a blessin wan,
That day the Duke ne’er saw, Jamie.
Up and waur them, &c.
But whais he, his country’s boast?
Like him there is natwa, Jamie;
There’s noa callent tents the kye,
Butkens o’ Westerha’, Jamie.
Up and waur them, &c.
To end the wark, here’s Whistlebirk,
Langmay his whistle blaw, Jamie;
And Maxwell true, o’sterling blue;
And we’ll be Johnstones a’, Jamie.
Up and waurthem, &c.