The Laddies by the banks o' Nith Wad trust his Grace wi a', Jamie; But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King -- Turn tail and rin awa', Jamie. Chorus. -- Up and waur them a', Jamie, Up and waur them a'; The Johnstones hae the guidin o't, Ye turncoat Whigs, awa'! The day he stude his country's friend, Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie, Or frae puir man a blessin wan, That day the Duke ne'er saw, Jamie. Up and waur them, &c. But wha is he, his country's boast? Like him there is na twa, Jamie; There's no a callent tents the kye, But kens o' Westerha', Jamie. Up and waur them, &c. To end the wark, here's Whistlebirk, Lang may his whistle blaw, Jamie; And Maxwell true, o' sterling blue; And we'll be Johnstones a', Jamie. Up and waur them, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM THE FIRESIDE CHAIRS; HUSBAND TO WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES ANNUNCIATIO B.V. by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE ECHOES OF SPRING: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND |