Source.—The Jacobite Songs and Ballads of Scotland from 1688 to 1746, p. 65. Edited by Charles Mackay, LL.D. (London and Glasgow: 1861.) Wha the deil hae we gotten for a King, But a wee, wee German lairdie! An' when we gaed to bring him hame, He was delving in his kail-yairdie Sheughing But Up his beggar duds The wee, wee German lairdie! And he's clapt down in our gudeman's chair, The wee, wee German lairdie! And he's brought fouth And dibbled He's pu'd the rose o' English loons, And brake the harp o' Irish clowns, But our Scots thristle will jag The wee, wee German lairdie. Come up among the Highland hills, Thou wee, wee German lairdie. And see how Charlie's lang-kail That he dibbled in his yairdie: And if a stock ye daur to pu', Or haud the yoking of a pleugh, We'll break your sceptre o'er your mou', Thou wee bit German lairdie! FOOTNOTES: |