Up an waun them a' jamie
Robert burns
The Laddies by the banks o Nith
Wad trust his Grace wi a' Jamie
But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King-
Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie.
ch. Up and waun them a'Jamie,
Up and waun them a'!
The Johnstones hae the guidin o't:
Ye turncoat Whigs, awa!
The day he stude his eountry's friend,
Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie,
Or frae puir man a blessin wan-
That day the Duke ne'er saw, Jamie.
But wha is he, his country's boast?
Like him there is na twa, Jamie!
There's no a callant tents the kye,
But kens o Westerha', Jamie.
To end the wark, here's Whistlebirk-
Lang may his whistle blae, Jamie!
And Maxwell true, o sterling blue
And we'll be Johnstones a', Jamie.
second version -
As I cam doon the banks o' Nith
And by Glenriddell's ha', man,
There I heard a piper play
Turn-coat Whigs awa man.
Drumlanrig's towers hae tint the powers
That kept the lands in awe, man:
The eagle's dead, and in his stead
We've gotten a hoodie-craw, man.
The turn-coat Duke his King forsook,,
When his back was at the wa', man:
The rattan ran wi'a'his clan
For fear the house should fa', man.
The lads about the banks o' Nith,
They trust his Grace for a', man:
But he'll sair them as he sair't his King,
Turn tail and rin awa, man.
Wad trust his Grace wi a' Jamie
But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King-
Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie.
ch. Up and waun them a'Jamie,
Up and waun them a'!
The Johnstones hae the guidin o't:
Ye turncoat Whigs, awa!
The day he stude his eountry's friend,
Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie,
Or frae puir man a blessin wan-
That day the Duke ne'er saw, Jamie.
But wha is he, his country's boast?
Like him there is na twa, Jamie!
There's no a callant tents the kye,
But kens o Westerha', Jamie.
To end the wark, here's Whistlebirk-
Lang may his whistle blae, Jamie!
And Maxwell true, o sterling blue
And we'll be Johnstones a', Jamie.
second version -
As I cam doon the banks o' Nith
And by Glenriddell's ha', man,
There I heard a piper play
Turn-coat Whigs awa man.
Drumlanrig's towers hae tint the powers
That kept the lands in awe, man:
The eagle's dead, and in his stead
We've gotten a hoodie-craw, man.
The turn-coat Duke his King forsook,,
When his back was at the wa', man:
The rattan ran wi'a'his clan
For fear the house should fa', man.
The lads about the banks o' Nith,
They trust his Grace for a', man:
But he'll sair them as he sair't his King,
Turn tail and rin awa, man.
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