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E'er since they laid that curst restriction
On Aquavitæ;
And rouse them up to strong conviction,
And move their pity.

Stand forth, and tell your Premier Youth,
The honest, open, naked truth;
Tell him o' mine and Scotland's drouth,
His servants humble:
The muckle devil blaow ye south,
If ye dissemble.

Does ony great man glunch and gloom,
Speak out, and never fash your thumb,
Let posts or pensions sink or soom
Wi' them wha grant 'em,
If honestly they canna come,
Far better want 'em.

In gath'rin votes you were nae slack,
Now stand as tightly by your tack;
Ne'er claw your lug, and fidge your back,
And hum and haw,
But raise your arm, and tell your crack
Before them a'.

Paint Scotland greeting owre her thrissel,
Her matchkin stoup as toom's a whissel,
And damn'd Excisemen, in a bussel,
Seizin a Stell,
Triumphant, crush'nt like a mussel,
Or lampit-shell.