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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election - Ballad Second</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright,<br> For there will be bickerin' there;<br> For Murray's light horse are to muster,<br> And O how the heroes will swear!<br> And there will be Murray, Commander,<br> And Gordon, the battle to win;<br> Like brothers they'll stand by each other,<br> Sae knit in alliance and kin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be black-nebbit Johnie,<br> The tongue o' the trump to them a';<br> An he get na Hell for his haddin',<br> The Deil gets na justice ava.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be Kempleton's birkie,<br> A boy no sae black at the bane;<br> But as to his fine Nabob fortune,<br> We'll e'en let the subject alane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be Wigton's new Sheriff;<br> Dame Justice fu' brawly has sped,<br> She's gotten the heart of a Bushby,<br> But, Lord! what's become o' the head?<br> And there will be Cardoness, Esquire,<br> Sae mighty in Cardoness' eyes;<br> A wight that will weather damnation,<br> The Devil the prey will despise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be Douglasses doughty,<br> New christening towns far and near;<br> Abjuring their democrat doings,<br> By kissin' the-o' a Peer:<br> And there will be folk frae Saint Mary's<br> A house o' great merit and note;<br> The deil ane but honours them highly-<br> The deil ane will gie them his vote!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be Kenmure sae gen'rous,<br> Whose honour is proof to the storm,<br> To save them from stark reprobation,<br> He lent them his name in the Firm.<br> And there will be lads o' the gospel,<br> Muirhead wha's as gude as he's true;<br> And there will be Buittle's Apostle,<br> Wha's mair o' the black than the blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be Logan M'Dowall,<br> Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there,<br> And also the Wild Scot o' Galloway,<br> Sogering, gunpowder Blair.<br> But we winna mention Redcastle,<br> The body, e'en let him escape!<br> He'd venture the gallows for siller,<br> An 'twere na the cost o' the rape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But where is the Doggerbank hero,<br> That made "Hogan Mogan" to skulk?<br> Poor Keith's gane to hell to be fuel,<br> The auld rotten wreck of a Hulk.<br> And where is our King's Lord Lieutenant,<br> Sae fam'd for his gratefu' return?<br> The birkie is gettin' his Questions<br> To say in Saint Stephen's the morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But mark ye! there's trusty Kerroughtree,<br> Whose honor was ever his law;<br> If the Virtues were pack'd in a parcel,<br> His worth might be sample for a';<br> And strang an' respectfu's his backing,<br> The maist o' the lairds wi' him stand;<br> Nae gipsy-like nominal barons,<br> Wha's property's paper-not land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there, frae the Niddisdale borders,<br> The Maxwells will gather in droves,<br> Teugh Jockie, staunch Geordie, an' Wellwood,<br> That griens for the fishes and loaves;<br> And there will be Heron, the Major,<br> Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys;<br> Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other,<br> Him, only it's justice to praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be maiden Kilkerran,<br> And also Barskimming's gude Knight,<br> And there will be roarin Birtwhistle,<br> Yet luckily roars i' the right.<br> And there'll be Stamp Office Johnie,<br> (Tak tent how ye purchase a dram!)<br> And there will be gay Cassencarry,<br> And there'll be gleg Colonel Tam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there'll be wealthy young Richard,<br> Dame Fortune should hing by the neck,<br> For prodigal, thriftless bestowing-<br> His merit had won him respect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there will be rich brother nabobs,<br> (Tho' Nabobs, yet men not the worst,)<br> And there will be Collieston's whiskers,<br> And Quintin-a lad o' the first.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then hey! the chaste Interest o' Broughton<br> And hey! for the blessin's 'twill bring;<br> It may send Balmaghie to the Commons,<br> In Sodom 'twould make him a king;<br> And hey! for the sanctified Murray,<br> Our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd;<br> He founder'd his horse among harlots,<br> But gied the auld naig to the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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