Awa’ Whigs Awa’

Our thrissles are a’ flourish’d
And bonnie 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 jist a pack o’ traitor louns
Ye’ll dae nae guid at a’

Our sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my descriving
The Whigs cam o’er us like a curse
And we hae done wi’ thriving

Doon the law the Whigs’ll fa’
A’ sae tapsalteerie
And the craw, the raven and the rocks’ll fla’
Frae the wids around my dearie

Our ancient crown’s fa’n in the dust
Deil blin’ them wi’ the stoure o’t
An’ write their names in his black beuk
Wha gae the Whigs the power o’t

Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap
But we may see him wauken
Gude help the day when royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin

Doon the law the Whigs’ll fa’
A’ sae tapsalteerie
And the craw, the raven and the rocks’ll fla’
Frae the wids around my dearie

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