Awa Whigs Awa — текст песни (Burns Robert)

AWA` WHIGS AWA`
(Robert Burns)
Our thrissles flourish`d fresh and fair,
And bonie bloom`d our roses;
But Whigs cam like a frost in June,
An wither`d a our posies.
CHORUS
Awa, Whigs, awa!
Awa, Whigs, awa!
Ye`re but a pack o traitor louns,
Ye`ll do nae guid at a`.
Our ancient crown`s fa`n in the dust;
Deil blin` them wi the stoure o`t,
An write their names in the black beuk
Wha gae the Whigs the power o`t!
& ch
Our sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my descriving:
The Whig cam o`er us for a curse,
An we hae done wi thriving.
& ch
Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap,
But we may see him waukin:
Gude help the day when Royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin!
& ch
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