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and now ye&039;ve gien auld brita peace,

her broken shs to pister,

your sair taxation does her fleece,

till she has scarce a tester:

for , thank god, y life&039;s a lease,

nae barga wear&039; faster,

or, faith! i fear, that, wi&039; the ese,

i shortly boost to pasture

i&039; the craft day

i&039; no istrtg willie pitt,

when taxes he enrs,

(an&039; will&039;s a true guid fallow&039;s t,

a na not envy spairs),

that he tends to pay your debt,

an&039; lessen a&039; your chars;

but, god-sake! let nae savg fit

abrid your bonie bars

an&039;boats this day

adieu, y lie; ay freedo ck

beneath your high protection;

an&039; ay ye rax rruption&039;s neck,

and gie her for dissection!

but sce i&039; here, i&039;ll no neglect,

loyal, true affection,

to pay your een, wi&039; due respect,

ay fealty an&039; subjection

this great birth-day

hail, ajesty ost excellent!

while nobles strive to please ye,

will ye aept a plint,

a siple poet gies ye?

thae bonie bairnti, heav&039;n has lent,

still higher ay they heeze ye

bliss, till fate day is sent

for ever to release ye

frae care that day

for you, young potentate o&039;wales,

i tell your highness fairly,

down pleasure&039;s strea, wi&039; swellg sails,

i&039; tauld ye&039;re drivg rarely;

but day ye ay gnaw your nails,

an&039; curse your folly sairly,

that e&039;er ye brak diana&039;s pales,

or rattl&039;d dice wi&039; charlie

by night or day

yet aft a ragd wt&039;s been known,

to ak a noble aiver;

, ye ay doucely fill the throne,

for a&039;their clish-a-cver:

there, hi at agurt wha shone,

few better were or braver:

and yet, wi&039; funny, eer sir john,

he was an un shaver