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 foeOn 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 loonShall ever ca' a pail in’t.Our fathers' blood this Kettle cost,And wha wad dare to spoil it?Who would, the sacriligous dogShall fuel be to boil it.Tho' haughty France, &c.