The Melodist/Every Body's Song

by Anonymous

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Every Body's Song.

Tune—Merrily danc'd the Quakers Wife.

Tho' haughty France invasion threat,
Yet let these loons beware, Sir,
There’s wooden walls upon our seas,
And Volunteers on shone, Sir.
The Clyde shall run to Tintock's tap,
Benlomond jump to Gal'way,
Ere we permit a foreign foe
On British ground to rally.

Then let us not, as snarling curs,
In wrangling be divided,
Till slap comes in some unco loon,
And with a rung decide it.
Be Britons still to Britons true,
Like Britons stand united;
And never, but by Britain's sons,
Shall Britons' wrongs be righted,
Tho' haughty France, &c.

The Kettle of the Kirk and State.
Perhaps some clout may fail in't,
But de'il a foreign tinkler loon
Shall ever ca' a pail in’t.
Our fathers' blood this Kettle cost,
And wha wad dare to spoil it?
Who would, the sacriligous dog
Shall fuel be to boil it.
Tho' haughty France, &c.