A Pack of Hypocrites

WHERE are the days that we have seen, When Phœbus shone fu’ bright, man, Days when fu’ merry we have been, When every one had right man; Now gloomy clouds do overshade, And spread wide over a’, man, Ill boding comets blaze o’er head, O whirry whigs awa’, man. Now ill appears with face fu’ […]

There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame

By yon Castle wa’, at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, though his head it was gray; And as he was singing, the tears down came — There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars; We dare na weel say’t, but […]