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      BONAPARTE'S GARLAND.

        TUNE--------LOGIE O' BUCHAN.

I Hope Bonaparte will never come here,
I Hope Bonaparte will never come here,
For to take awayour goods and our gear,
I hope Bonaparte will never come here.

But if Bonaparte ſhould chance to come,
We will all be at him with baith ſword and gun ;
Wi' our lang nebit pikes we'll keep him aff ſhore,
He ne'er ſhall get leave for toenter our door
Wi' our long nebit pikes we'll keep him aff ſhore,
He ne'er ſhallget leave for to enter our door.

If Cornwallis, Nelſon, or yet Sidney Smith,
Forgather wi' Bonny' by day or by night,
They'll gi'e him a broadſide, if no may be twa,
To gar his ambition and pride get a fa'.
           They'll gi'e him a broadſide, &c.

For this Bonaparte heis juſt a peſt,
Wi' pride and ambition he's never at reſt ;
I wiſh he was hung on a gallows as high,
As that which proud Haman made for Mordecai.
         I wiſh he was hung, &c.

If I had Bonaparte up in our muirs,
Amang the pear-hags where we caſt peats and tur's,
Tho' I be a body aboon ſixty-twa,
Wi' the Corſican Callen I'd warſel a fa'.
        Tho' I be a body, &c.

I ha'e a bit houſe and a wee bit kail-yard,
And ſome fo'k are pleas'd for to ca' me the laird ;
The name o' my houſie they ca' it Burnfit,
The'll be buiks on the green yet or PARTY get it.
          The name o' my houſie, &c.