Awa Whigs Awa lyrics
AWA' WHIGS AWA' (Robert Burns) Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and
fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But Whigs cam like a frost in
June, An wither'd a our posies. CHORUS Awa, Whigs, awa!
Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o traitor louns, Ye'll do nae
guid at a'. Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust; Deil blin' them
wi the stoure o't, An write their names in the black beuk Wha gae
the Whigs the power o't! & ch Our sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my descriving: The Whig cam o'er us for a curse, An we
hae done wi thriving. & ch Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap,
But we may see him waukin: Gude help the day when Royal heads Are
hunted like a maukin! & ch tune: Awa whigs awa (303) filename[
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