The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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At Pentland hills you got your fills,
And now you seem to craw, boys.
Let Websters preach, and ladies teach
The art of cuckoldrie, boys ;
When cruel zeal comes in their tail,
Then welcome presbytrie, boys.
King William's hands, with lovely bands.
You're decking with good speed, boys ;
If you get leave you'll reach his sleeve.
And then have at his head, boys.
You're welcome, Jack, we'll join a plack,
To drink your last confusion.
That grace and truth you may possess
Once more without delusion.*
MY LUVE'S IN GERMANIE.
Tune—My hive's in Germanle.
My luve's in Germanie ;
Send him hame, send him hame
My luve's in Germanie ;
Send him hame.
My luve's in Germanie,
Fighting brave for royalty ;
He may ne'er his Jeanie see ;
Send him hame, send him hame ;
He may ne'er his Jeanie see ;
Send him hame.
He's as brave as brave can be ;
Send him hame, send him hame
* This severe tirade upon the Presbyterians, from several alkisions, as to
the skirmish at Dunkeld, and to Webster, \vho was a popular preacher in
Edinburgh at the close of the seventeenth century, seems to have been
written between the years 1690 and I7OO,
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