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"Alas! alas! Maria's gone;
"I will not here abide;
"We cannot part; we ſtill are one"———
he ſaid, then groan'd, and died.
FY LET US A' TO THE MEET'N.
FY let us a' to the meet'n,
for mony bra' lads will be there;
Explainin the wrangs of Great Britain,
and pointin them out to a hair.
There will be grivances ſhown
we never before kent about,
And there will be things ſet agoing,
will end in the Devil I doubt.
For there a' the members hae ſworn,
and pledg'd to each other their word,
That rather than want a reform,
they'll try it by fire, and by ſword.
And there will be Roſs cudgel player,
a fit man for fighting is he:
And there will he Donaldſon preacher,
the noble Burcan o' Dundee.
Fy let us, &c.
And there will be Geordy meal-maker,
wi' twa-three mair lads frae the north;
And there will be Haſtie the baker.
and Callender's ſon o' Craigforth:
And then will be Sillerſinitb Sawney,
now he's turn'd a dockter himſel,
And there will be ſome nae fae canny,
the friends o' the French and o' H—L.
Fy let us, &c.
