| Some people lull of self conceit
Think they arc truly blessed,
! Aud Him that rules on high
Made them superior to the rest;
If they 4 think a Haw is in your coat
How they will try to tear it,
Although the same might be defiled
II they undertook to wear it.
So, Hough Hub, come from behind the
fence,
And do not act the knave,
I always heard thy countrymen
Were loyal, true and brave;
At the war of the Peninsula,
Or on the plains of Waterloo,
Scotchmen fought brave on open Held
And not behind a busli like you.
Some think thou art a counterfeit,
And of the lowest game,
For whoever knew a true bred Scot
Afraid to tell his name ?
Thy rhyming it was very good,
Hut thy theory was a botch, man,
And thy appellation proves that thou
Art but a would-lc-Seatchumn.
You say I "fickle turned my coal”
From the whiskey drinking hell;
1 would to God that several othcr.i
Had that same tale to tell,
Then many a mother’s darling son
Might have staid with her at home
Instead of being sent to an untimely
grave;
Or to foreign lands to roam.
Go ted your talcs of rhyme and song
To the people of Madras,
For you can hear the drunkard’s strains
I u every jail you pass,
i You ta’k of modo ation—
That sur ily is a joke, man,
For you know as well as I do myself
It is only for a cloak, man.
To say I do not “sprag” the wheel,
You muit be rather green,
When you know the “sprag” that I’ve
used
Now stops the whole machine.
