As they clutched their mackintoshes.
But then a sullen murmur
Through the angry Marshers ran,
And the word was passed from mouth to mouth,
Till it reached from rear to van:
“Seize on those haughty Dryburghers,
And duck them in our lake,
And their jackets blue, and their rackets too,
From those proud ones let us take.”
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