A Wh A（1 / 1）

awa&039; whigs, awa&039;

chor—awa&039; whigs, awa&039;!

awa&039; whigs, awa&039;!

ye&039;re but a pack o&039; traitor louns,

ye&039;ll do nae gude at a&039;

our thrissles flourish&039;d fresh and fair,

and bonie bloo&039;d our roses;

but whigs ca&039; like a frost june,

an&039; wither&039;d a&039; our posies

awa&039; whigs, c

our ancient crown&039;s fa&039;en the dt—

deil bl&039; the wi&039; the stoure o&039;t!

an&039; write their nas his bck beuk,

wha gae the whigs the power o&039;t

awa&039; whigs, c

our sad decay church and state

surpasses y descrivg:

the whigs ca&039; o&039;er for a curse,

an&039; we hae done wi&039; thrivg

awa&039; whigs, c

gri venance ng has taen a nap,

but we ay see hi wauken:

gude help the day when royal heads

are hunted like a auk!

awa&039; whigs, c