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Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.4Our 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.8
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Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.12Our ancient crown’s fa’en in the dust—Deil blin’ them wi’ the stoure o’t!An’ write their names in his black beuk,Wha gae the Whigs the power o’t.16
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Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.20Our sad decay in church and stateSurpasses my descriving:The Whigs cam’ o’er us for a curse,An’ we hae done wi’ thriving.24
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Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.28Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap,But we may see him wauken:Gude help the day when royal headsAre hunted like a maukin!32
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Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Awa’ Whigs, awa’!Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.36