But may d———on be their lot,
Who approves of M———y’s roguery.
Now to conclude and make an end.
Of these few lines that I have penned,
May peace and plenty be the end,
God bless our own king Geordy.
The India captains they did cry,
Where is your men that we did buy,
Then M———y said, If they should die,
They’ll go on board this morning.
The price was made at a high rate,
The bargain struck without debate,
That men to India be sent,
To stop yon Hyder Ali.
May Sir Eyre Coote and brave Munro,
Make that savage villain know,
That Britons are his mortal foe,
And let them twist him fairly.
We Athole men go home to rest,
For sure we are we’ve done our best,
But her nainsell has been opprest
By M———y, who sold us fairly.
There has been traitors you may see,
In forty five and eighty three;
But let M———y still branded be,
And all good men abhor him.
Thy father M———y died in disgrace,
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