When Guilford good our pilot stood
An’ did our hellim thraw, man,
Ae night, at tea, began a plea,
Within America, man:
Then up they gatthe maskin-pat,
And in the sea did jaw, man;
An’ did nae less, in full congress,
Than quite refuse our law, man.

Then thro’ the lakes Montgomery takes,
I wathe was naslaw, man;
Down Lowrie’s Burnhe took a turn,
And Carleton did ca’, man:
But yet, whatreck, he, at Quebec,
Montgomery-like did fa’, man,
Wi’ sword in hand, before his band,
Amanghis en’mies a’, man.

Poor Tammy Gage within a cage
Was kept at Boston-ha’, man;
Till Willie Howetook o’er the knowe
For Philadelphia, man;
Wi’ sword an’ gun he thought a sin
Guid Christian bluidto draw, man;
But at New York, wi’ knife an’ fork,
Sir-Loin he hacked sma’, man.

Burgoyne gaedup, like spur an’ whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa’, man;
Then lost his way, aemisty day,
In Saratoga shaw, man.
Cornwallis fought as lang’s he dought,
An’ did the Buckskins claw, man;
ButClinton’s glaive fraerust to save,
He hung it to the wa’, man.

Then Montague, an’ Guilford too,
Began to fear, a fa’, man;
And Sackville dour, whastood the stour,
The German chief to thraw, man:
For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk,
Naemercy had at a’, man;
An’ Charlie Fox threw by the box,
An’ lows’d his tinklerjaw, man.

Then Rockingham took up the game,
Till death did on him ca’, man;
When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law, man:
Saint Stephen’s boys, wi’ jarring noise,
They did his measures thraw, man;
For North an’ Fox united stocks,
An’ borehim to the wa’, man.

Then clubs an’ hearts were Charlie’s cartes,
He swept the stakes awa’, man,
Till the diamond’s ace, of Indian race,
Led him a sairfaux pas, man:
The Saxon lads, wi’ loud placads,
On Chatham’s boy did ca’, man;
An’ Scotland drew her pipe an’ blew,
“Up, Willie, waurthem a’, man!”

Behind the throne then Granville’s gone,
A secret word ortwa, man;
While sleeDundas arous’d the class
Be-norththe Roman wa’, man:
An’ Chatham’s wraith, in heav’nly graith,
(Inspired bardies saw, man),
Wi’kindling eyes, cry’d, “Willie, rise!
Would I haefear’d them a’, man?”

But, word an’ blow, North, Fox, and Co.
Gowff’dWillie like a ba’, man;
TillSuthronraise, an’ coosttheir claise
Behind him in a raw, man:
An’ Caledon threw bythe drone,
An’ did her whittledraw, man;
An’ swoorfu’rude, thro’ dirt an’bluid,
To makit guidin law, man.