A march which vex’d them ev’ry day:
Because it was a grief to hear it,
And very irksome to their spirit,
The dinging down of Tamtallan,
They swore it mean’d some other dwallion.
The bonnets, plaids, and spotted coats,
A dress long time worn by the Scots,
These by an act were laid aside,
Thro’ nought, I think, but spite and pride:
For when the Scots they came to need,