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[ AWAWHIGS play.exe AWAWHIGS ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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