In our places and wouldn't refuse us.
But scarce had our sad hearts aching done.
When again to the fight we were guided;
And we knew that the foe had a victory won,
That our fate was indeed decided.
Slowly and sadly we all went down
With the blood of our brethren all gory;
But our sun at Midlothian has now gone down,
So farewell to the hopes of the Tory.
Another parody on the same subject by Mr. James Robinson, of 59, Lyal Road, North Bow, was also inserted:—