IV. Old Scotland brags, she kens of rags So oft in battle bloody, oh ! V. Beneath that rig, our ancient flag, We'll draw for rags our old claymore: Our arrows still, with gray goose quill Well fledged and tipped, in showers we'll pour : Our ink we'll shed, both black and red, In strokes, and points, and dashes, oh! Ere laws purloin our native coin, And turn it all to ashes, oh! VI. The poorest rats of all the earth, Were ragged Scots in days of yore, Till paper coining's happy birth, Made cash of all the rags they wore; Though but the shade of smoke, 'tis plain, Said cash is Scotland's glory, oh! To make it real rags again Would be a tragic story, oh ! VII. What Scot would tack in herring smack, To take per-centage on his catch? That's full with nothing in it, oh! VIII. Our Charley lad we bought and sold, IX. GRAND CHORUS OF SCOTCHMEN. Then up claymore and down with gun, That threatens us with reckoning day. To promise aye, and never pay, We've sworn by Scotland's fiddle, oh! We'll cut him through the middle, oh! CHORUS OF SCOTCH ECONOMISTS, ON A PROSPECT OF SCOTCH BANKS IN ENGLAND. To the air of The Campbells are coming. Quickly. He pay? Alack! he is poor. Falstaff. Look on his face. What call you rich? Let him coin his face. THE braw lads are coming-Oho! Oho! From bonnie Dun-Edin, With cousins by dozens-Oho! Oho! No shoon have the braw lads-Oh no! Oh no! No hose have the braw lads-Oh no! Oh no! No breeks for the wearing, No shirts for the airing, No coin for the bearing-Oh no! Oh no! Each leaves a braw lassie-Oho! Oho! Will mend their lean cases-Oho! Oho! The English they'll settle-Oho! Oho! They'll make a great vapour, To their fiddle we'll caper-Oho! Oho! Come riddle my riddle-Oho! Oho! It is the Scotch fiddle, Then lead down the middle-Oho! Oho! The cat is the miller-Oho! Oho! Grinds paper to siller-Oho! Oho! Sing high diddle diddle, We've riddled the riddle-Oho! Oho! The English we'll saddle-Oho! Oho! When money would rattle, But now they're cur cattle-Oho! Oho! In parley metallic-Oho! Oho! They bothered our Gaelic-Oho! Oho! And rag circulation, We've mastered their nation-Oho! Oho! Come, Johnny Bull, hither-Oho! Oho! We'll make you quite lither-Oho! Oho! Come dance for your betters A hornpipe in fetters, We'll teach you your letters-Oho! Oho! Come, sing as we've said it-Oho! Oho! Sing "Free trade and credit"-Oho! Oho! Sing "Scotch education," And "O'er-population," And "Wealth of the nation"-Oho! Oho! Then scrape the Scotch fiddle-Oho! Oho! As Scotch paper money, Now dance away, Johnny-Oho! Oho! YE KITE-FLYERS OF SCOTLAND. BY T. C.* Quel ch'io vi debbo posso di parole Pagare in parte, e d'opera d'inchiostro.-ARIOSTO. YE kite-flyers of Scotland, Who live from home at ease; In a long and strong trade breeze : On all the winds that blow; Through the shout of the rout Lay the English ragmen low; Though the shout for gold be fierce and bold, The spirits of your fathers For the midnight was their noon of fame, Where Deloraine on Musgrave fell, Your paper kites shall show, That a way to convey Better far than theirs you know, When you launch your kites upon the wind And raise the wind to blow. * Thomas Campbell. Caledonia needs no bullion, No coin in iron case; Is by promising to owe, The meteor rag of Scotland Shall float aloft like scum, Till credit's o'erstrained line shall crack, While you drink your own ink With your old friend Nick below, While you burn your bills and singe your quills CHORUS OF NORTHUMBRIANS ON THE PROHIBITION OF SCOTCH ONE-POUND NOTES IN ENGLAND. MARCH, march, Make-rags of Borrowdale,* All the Scotch flimsies must over the border: Not the Cumberland Borrodaile, but the genuine ancient name of that district of Scotland, whatever it be called now, from which was issued the first promise to pay, that was made with the express purpose of being broken. + Scoticé for Tag-rag and Bob-tail: “a highly respectable old firm." A paper kite with a bawbee at its tail is perhaps a better emblem of the safe and economical currency of Scotland than Mr. Canning's mountain of paper irrigated by a rivulet of gold. |