Till foreign Trade, which marks our Strikes,
Steps in, and we're derided.
Be Scotland still to Scotland true,
Amang oursels united;
'Tis not by firebrands, JOHN, like you
Our wrangs shall best be righted.
Fal de ral, &c.
The knave who'd crush the toilers doun,
And him, his true-born brither,
Who'd set the mob aboon the Crown,