Bessy Bell & Mary Gray/Blythe around the nappy

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SCOTIA’S SONS.

Tune—Andro and his cutty gun.

Blythe, blythe, aroun’ the nappy,
Let us join in social glee;
While we re here we'll hae a drappy,
Scotia’s sons hae ay been free.

⟨Our⟩ auld forbears, when owre their gill,
And cantie bickers roun' did ca',
Forsooth' they cried, 'anither gill,
For sweer't we ⟨are⟩ to gang awa.’
Blythe, blythe, &c.

⟨Some⟩ heartie cock would then hae sang
Some auld Scotch sonnet aff wi' ⟨glee⟩,
Syne pledg‘d his cog, the chorus rang,
Auld Scotia and her sons are free.
Blythe, blythe, &c.

Thus cracks, and jokes, and sangs gaed roun',
Till morn the screens of light did draw,
Yet driech to rise, the carls roun',
Cry‘d Deuch-an-dherus, then awa ‘
Blythe, blythe, &c.

The landlord then the nappy brings,
Toasts how happy a‘ may be,
Syne tooms the cog, the chorus rings,
Auld Scotia's sons shall ay be free.
Blythe, blythe, &c.

Then like our dads o’ auld langsyne,
Let social glee unite us a',
Ay blythe to meet, our mou's to weet,
But ay as sweer't to gang awa
Blythe, blythe, &c.