The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Reply to Sir Morgan O'Doherty's Farewell to Scotland.
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Reply to Sir Morgan O'Doherty's Farewell to Scotland.
Go, get thee gone, thou dastardly loon,
Go, get thee to thine own countrie;
If ever you cross the Border again,
The muckle deil accompany thee!
There's mony a tree in fair Scotland,
And there is ane, the gallows tree,
On which we hang the Irish rogues;
A fitting place it is for thee.
Go, get thee to thine own countrie;
If ever you cross the Border again,
The muckle deil accompany thee!
There's mony a tree in fair Scotland,
And there is ane, the gallows tree,
On which we hang the Irish rogues;
A fitting place it is for thee.
Go, get thee gone, thou dastardly loon!
Too good for thee is brose and kale:—
We've lads and ladies gay in the land,
Bonnie lasses, and nut-brown ale.
When thou goest to merry Carlisle,
Welcome take thy loud laughters three;
But know that the most of our beggarly clan
Come from the Holy Land, like thee.
Too good for thee is brose and kale:—
We've lads and ladies gay in the land,
Bonnie lasses, and nut-brown ale.
When thou goest to merry Carlisle,
Welcome take thy loud laughters three;
But know that the most of our beggarly clan
Come from the Holy Land, like thee.
Go, get thee gone, thou beggarly loon,
On thee our maidens refused to smile:—
Our pipers they scorn'd to beg from thee,
A half-starved knight of the Emerald Isle.
Go rather and herd thy father's pigs,
And feed on 'tatoes and butter-milk;
But return not to the princely North,
Land of the tartan, the bonnet, and kilt.
On thee our maidens refused to smile:—
Our pipers they scorn'd to beg from thee,
A half-starved knight of the Emerald Isle.
Go rather and herd thy father's pigs,
And feed on 'tatoes and butter-milk;
But return not to the princely North,
Land of the tartan, the bonnet, and kilt.
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