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Out a wa', mon! the Scotchman so brave!
North Britons their courage will shew again;
Neptune ga' you command o'th' wave,
To lug back your insolent foe again:
With Andrew Feraras, so bright,
We cut and we slash aw before 'em too;
Ken ye well how a Scotchman can fight,
And then dance the reel Tullock Gorum too.

(Speaking).
Out a wa', mon! Ken ye we'll wha' did the wark at Egypt? Wha' but the brave General Abercrombie—wha's name will be handed down to a' posterity—and shou'd the French attempt to land here, we'll drive 'em, like a countrymon o' my ain, wha went to steal apples fra' another mon's orchard, and the mon speering him creeping through the edge, cried, whither are you ganging?—“Back again.” says Sawney.—And that's the way we'll serve them a'.—Then,

Monsieur, come, &c.