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The whigs wad coble and clean his shoon. When he was England's lairdie.But let us sing God save the king, Our king though foul or fair be,,In spite o' wigs or breeks or Whigs, Is this same German lairdie.
Kenmure's on AND awa;
Kenmure's on and awa willie, Kenmure's on and awa.And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord, That ever Galloway saw.Success to Kenmure's band willie, Success to Kenmure's band,There's no a heart that fears a Whig, Thrt rides by Kenmure's hand.
There's a rose in Kenmure's cap willie, There's a rose in Kenmure's cap.He'el steep it red in ruddy heart's blude, Afore the battle drap.For Kenmure's lads are men willie, For Kenmure's lads are men,Their hearts and swords are metal true, And that their faes shall ken,
