Fy, let us a’ to Kirkcudbright,
For there will be bickerin’ there;
For Murray’s[112] light horse are to muster,
And O, how the heroes will swear!
An’ there will be Murray commander,
And Gordon[113] the battle to win;
Like brothers they’ll stand by each other,
Sae knit in alliance an’ kin.
II.
An’ there will be black-lippit Johnnie,[114]
The tongue o’ the trump to them a’;
And he get na hell for his haddin’
The deil gets na justice ava’;
And there will Kempleton’s birkie,
A boy no sae black at the bane,
But, as for his fine nabob fortune,
We’ll e’en let the subject alane.
III.
An’ there will be Wigton’s new sheriff,
Dame Justice fu’ brawlie has sped,
She’s gotten the heart of a Bushby,
But, Lord, what’s become o’ the head?
An’ there will be Cardoness,[115] Esquire,
Sae mighty in Cardoness’ eyes;
A wight that will weather damnation,
For the devil the prey will despise.
IV.
An’ there will be Douglasses[116] doughty,
New christ’ning towns far and near;
Abjuring their democrat doings,
By kissing the —— o’ a peer;
An’ there will be Kenmure[117] sae gen’rous,
Whose honour is proof to the storm,
To save them from stark reprobation,
He lent them his name to the firm.
V.
But we winna mention Redcastle,[118]
The body, e’en let him escape!
He’d venture the gallows for siller,
An’ ’twere na the cost o’ the rape.
An’ where is our king’s lord lieutenant,
Sae fam’d for his gratefu’ return?
The billie is gettin’ his questions,
To say in St. Stephen’s the morn.
VI.