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CHORUS OF SCOTCH ECONOMISTS, ON A PROSPECT OF SCOTCH BANKS IN ENGLAND.
Quickly.
He pay? Alack! he is poor.
Falstaff.
Look on his face. What call you rich? Let him coin his face.
He pay? Alack! he is poor.
Falstaff.
Look on his face. What call you rich? Let him coin his face.
The braw lads are coming—Oho! Oho!
The braw lads are coming—Oho! Oho!
The highways they're treadin'
From bonny Dun-Edin,
With cousins by dozens—Oho! Oho!
The braw lads are coming—Oho! Oho!
The highways they're treadin'
From bonny Dun-Edin,
With cousins by dozens—Oho! Oho!
No shoon have the braw lads—Oh no! Oh no!
No hose have the braw lads—Oh no! Oh no!
No breeks for the wearing,
No shirts for the airing,
No coin for the bearing—Oh no! Oh no!
No hose have the braw lads—Oh no! Oh no!
No breeks for the wearing,
No shirts for the airing,
No coin for the bearing—Oh no! Oh no!
Each leaves a braw lassie—Oho! Oho!
Each face is all brassy—Oho! Oho!
They are bound for soft places,
Where coining their faces
Will mend their lean cases—Oho! Oho!
Each face is all brassy—Oho! Oho!
They are bound for soft places,
Where coining their faces
Will mend their lean cases—Oho! Oho!
The English they'll settle—Oho! Oho!
They'll harry their metal—Oho! Oho!
They'll coin muckle paper,
They'll make a great vapour,
To their fiddle we'll caper—Oho! Oho!
They'll harry their metal—Oho! Oho!
They'll coin muckle paper,
They'll make a great vapour,
To their fiddle we'll caper—Oho! Oho!
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Come riddle my riddle—Oho! Oho!
The cat and the fiddle—Oho! Oho!
Sing high diddle diddle,
It is the Scotch fiddle,
Then lead down the middle—Oho! Oho!
The cat and the fiddle—Oho! Oho!
Sing high diddle diddle,
It is the Scotch fiddle,
Then lead down the middle—Oho! Oho!
The cat is the miller—Oho! Oho!
Grinds paper to siller—Oho! Oho!
He plays the Scotch fiddle,
Sing high diddle diddle,
We've riddled the riddle—Oho! Oho!
Grinds paper to siller—Oho! Oho!
He plays the Scotch fiddle,
Sing high diddle diddle,
We've riddled the riddle—Oho! Oho!
The English we'll saddle—Oho! Oho!
We'll ride them a-straddle—Oho! Oho!
They beat us in battle,
When money would rattle,
But now they're our cattle—Oho! Oho!
We'll ride them a-straddle—Oho! Oho!
They beat us in battle,
When money would rattle,
But now they're our cattle—Oho! Oho!
In parley metallic—Oho! Oho!
They bothered our Gaelic—Oho! Oho!
But with sly disputation,
And rag circulation,
We've mastered their nation—Oho! Oho!
They bothered our Gaelic—Oho! Oho!
But with sly disputation,
And rag circulation,
We've mastered their nation—Oho! Oho!
Come, Johnny Bull, hither—Oho! Oho!
We'll make you quite lither—Oho! Oho!
Come dance for your betters
A hornpipe in fetters,
We'll teach you your letters—Oho! Oho!
We'll make you quite lither—Oho! Oho!
Come dance for your betters
A hornpipe in fetters,
We'll teach you your letters—Oho! Oho!
Come, sing as we've said it—Oho! Oho!
Sing “Free trade and credit”—Oho! Oho!
Sing “Scotch education,”
And “O'er-population,”
And “Wealth of the nation,”—Oho! Oho!
Sing “Free trade and credit”—Oho! Oho!
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And “O'er-population,”
And “Wealth of the nation,”—Oho! Oho!
Then scrape the Scotch fiddle—Oho! Oho!
Here's John in the middle—Oho! Oho!
There's nothing so bonny
As Scotch paper money,
Now dance away, Johnny—Oho! Oho!
Here's John in the middle—Oho! Oho!
There's nothing so bonny
As Scotch paper money,
Now dance away, Johnny—Oho! Oho!
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