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Jacobite Songs 143
There was not a single plack of debt,
And all accompts were free.
But now the cr wn's in debt, aboon
One Hundred Millions and Three ;
I wonder what ails the wicked beast
To have such spite at me.
When William fell, and brain'd himsel',
They call'd my Aunty Ann;
Give me the mare, the riding gear,
The halter in my hand ;
Then peace and plenty will abound,
Throughout the Nations Three ;
We'll drive them up with whip and spur,
Because they slighted me.
Preston-pans, Falkirk, and Inverting,
These were battles three ;
But at Culloden we were all
And forced for to flee.
defeat,
The poor men they were all defeat,
Fled to the mountains high ;
You may be sure my heart was sore
When none could stay with me.
But one poor maid, with gown and plaid,
Convoy'd me through the isles ;
By heaven's care I was preserv'd
From all their crooks and wiles :
Then into France as by ill-chance,
Though I was welcome there,
The cruel darts of th' usurper's arts,
Did still pursue me there.
I hope to God that I will mount,
My brave ancestor's th ne ;
And then I will attended be
By lords of high renown.
My brother Henry will likewise be
Honour'd as well as me ;
And we'll make the W gs change their notes,
And turn their tunes to me.
They gave the Qu n the cordial drop
To hasten her away ;
And then they took the cursed oath,
And drank it up like whey ;
Then they sought the Brunswick race
Which we may sorely rue :
They got a horse, a cripple ass,
A Cousin German Sow.