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The Dumfries Volunteers.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Push about the jorum." I.         Does haughty Gaul invasion threat,             Then let the loons beware, Sir,         There's wooden walls upon our seas,             And volunteers on shore, Sir.         The Nith shall run to Corsincon,             And Criffel sink in Solway,         Ere we permit a foreign foe             On British ground to rally! II.         O let us not, like snarling tykes,             In wrangling be divided;         Till slap come in an unco loon             And wi' a rung decide it.         Be Britain still to Britain true,             Amang oursels united;         For never but by British hands             Maun British wrangs be righted! III.         The kettle o' the kirk and state,             Perhaps a clout may fail in't;         But deil a foreign tinkler loon             Shall ever ca' a nail in't.         Our fathers' bluid the kettle bought,             And wha wad dare to spoil it;         By heaven! the sacrilegious dog             Shall fuel be to boil it. IV.         The wretch that wad a tyrant own,             And the wretch his true-born brother,         Who would set the mob aboon the throne,             May they be damned together!         Who will not sing, "God save the King,"             Shall hang as high's the steeple;         But while we sing, "God save the King,"             We'll ne'er forget the people.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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