with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

102
What a happy nation this will be,
And we'll visit Cope in the morning.
'Tis Cope, are you waking yet ?
Or are you sleeping ? I would wit
^Tis a wonder to me when your drums beat.
It does not waken you in the morning.
The Highland men came down the loan,
With sword and target in their hand,
They took the dawning by the end,
And they visited Cope in the morning.
For all their bombs, and bomb-granades,
'Twas when they saw the Highland-lads,
They ran to the hills as if they were calves.
And scour'd off early in the morning.*
For all your bombs, and your bomb-shells,
'Tis when they saw the Highland-lads,
They ran to the hills like frighted wolves.
All pursued by the clans in the morning.
The Highland knaves, with loud huzzas,
Cries, Cope, are you quite awa ?
Bide a little, and shake a pa.
And we'll give you a merry mornings
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