The Willow Tree (1816)/The Wee Wee German Lairdie
THE WEE WEE GERMAN LAIRDIE.
Wha the deil hae we got for a King,
But a wee, wee German lairdie!
An' whan we gade to bring him hame
He was delving his kail-yardie.
Sheughing kail an' laying leeks,
But the hose and but the brecks,
Up his beggar duds he cleeks,
The wee wee German lairdie.
An' he's clapt down in our gudeman's chair,
The wee wee German lairdie,
An' he's brought fouth o' foreign leeks,
And dibblet them in his yardie.
He's pu'd the rose o' English lowns,
An' brak the harp o' Irish clowns,
But our thristle will jag his thumbs,
The wee wee German lairdie,
Come up amang the Highland hills,
Thou wee wee German lairdie;
And see how Charlie's lang kail thrive,
He dibblet in his yardie.
An' if a stock ye daur to pu',
Or haud the yoking of a pleugh,
We'll break yere sceptre owre yere mou,
Thou wee bit German lairdie.
Our hills are steep, our glens are deep,
Nae fitting for a yardie;
An' our norlan' thristles winna pu',
Thou wee wee German lairdie!
An' we've the trenching blades o wier,
Wad lib ye o' yere German gear,
An' pass ye 'neath the claymore's shear,
Thou feckless German lairdie.