Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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SAWNEY, NOW THE KING'S COME.
Written in 1822.
Sawney, now, the king's come,
Sawney, now, the king's come,
Kneel, and kiss his gracious —,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, now, the king's come,
Kneel, and kiss his gracious —,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
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In Holyroodhouse lodge him snug,
And butter weel his sacred lug,
Wi' stuff wad gar a Frenchman ugg,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
And butter weel his sacred lug,
Wi' stuff wad gar a Frenchman ugg,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Tell him he is great and good,
And come o' Scottish royal blood,—
To your hunkers—lick his fud,—
Sawney, now, the king's come.
And come o' Scottish royal blood,—
To your hunkers—lick his fud,—
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Tell him he can do nae wrang,
That he's mighty, heigh, and strang,
That you and yours to him belang,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
That he's mighty, heigh, and strang,
That you and yours to him belang,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Swear he's sober, chaste, and wise,
Praise his portly shape and size,
Roose his whiskers to the skies,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Praise his portly shape and size,
Roose his whiskers to the skies,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Mak' your lick-fud bailie core,
Fa' down behint him—not before,
His great posteriors to adore,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Fa' down behint him—not before,
His great posteriors to adore,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
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Mak' your tribe in good black claith,
Extol, till they rin short o' breath,
The great “Defender o' the Faith,”
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Extol, till they rin short o' breath,
The great “Defender o' the Faith,”
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Mak' your Peers o' high degree,
Crouching low on bended knee,
Greet him wi' a “Wha wants me?”
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Crouching low on bended knee,
Greet him wi' a “Wha wants me?”
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Mak' his glorious kingship dine
On good sheep-heads and haggis fine,
Hotchpotch, too, Scotch collops syne,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
On good sheep-heads and haggis fine,
Hotchpotch, too, Scotch collops syne,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
And if there's in St James' Square,
Ony thing that's fat and fair,
Treat him nightly wi' sic ware,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Ony thing that's fat and fair,
Treat him nightly wi' sic ware,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
Shaw him a' your biggings braw,
Your castle, college, brigs, an' a',
Your jail, an' royal forty-twa,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Your castle, college, brigs, an' a',
Your jail, an' royal forty-twa,
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
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An' when he rides Auld Reekie through,
To bless you wi' a kingly view,
Charm him wi' your “Gardyloo,”
Sawney, now, the king's come.
To bless you wi' a kingly view,
Charm him wi' your “Gardyloo,”
Sawney, now, the king's come.
Sawney, &c.
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