Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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COME, FILL A BUMPER. |
 | Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle |  |
COME, FILL A BUMPER.
Come, fill a bumper, dear friends and good neighbours now,
Drink to the right we hae struggled for sairly;—
We shall enjoy the reward of our labours now:
Clyde's bonny banks are made free to us fairly.
Pledge me then, honest men, now since we've got our ain,
Dearly let's prize what we've purchased so dearly;
Now may we tread with glee Clyde's lovely margin free,
High as the dyke was—'tis tumbled right rarely.
Drink to the right we hae struggled for sairly;—
We shall enjoy the reward of our labours now:
Clyde's bonny banks are made free to us fairly.
Pledge me then, honest men, now since we've got our ain,
Dearly let's prize what we've purchased so dearly;
Now may we tread with glee Clyde's lovely margin free,
High as the dyke was—'tis tumbled right rarely.
Late, the abode of seclusion and dreariness,
Still as the vale of death's shadow—or nearly,
Clyde's bonny banks are a' life, now, and cheeriness.
Throng'd with each class that loves liberty dearly;
Age, with his silver hairs, youth, too, in loving pairs,
Gladly pursuing their course, late and early,
Childhood that scarce can run, boyhood, with noisy fun:
Joyous that matters are now settled squarely.
Still as the vale of death's shadow—or nearly,
Clyde's bonny banks are a' life, now, and cheeriness.
Throng'd with each class that loves liberty dearly;
Age, with his silver hairs, youth, too, in loving pairs,
Gladly pursuing their course, late and early,
Childhood that scarce can run, boyhood, with noisy fun:
Joyous that matters are now settled squarely.
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Here's to the brave honest hearts of our Committee!
Lang hae they battled and striven for't sairly;
Wha now dare challenge, or yet cast a gloom at ye,
While on your banks ye can go late or early?
Come, then, our Committee, ‘nine times nine’ let it be,
They in the front stood, and fought it out rarely;
Wha wad hae done like them, tyranny's tide to stem?
Then let us honour them—ever sincerely.
Lang hae they battled and striven for't sairly;
Wha now dare challenge, or yet cast a gloom at ye,
While on your banks ye can go late or early?
Come, then, our Committee, ‘nine times nine’ let it be,
They in the front stood, and fought it out rarely;
Wha wad hae done like them, tyranny's tide to stem?
Then let us honour them—ever sincerely.
| Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle | |