ballad on the american war

tune—“killiecrankie.”

when guilford good our pilot stood

an' did our hellim thraw, man,

ae night, at tea, began a plea,

within america, man:

then up they gat the maskin-pat,

and in the sea did jaw, man;

an' did nae less, in full congress,

than quite refuse our law, man.

then thro' the lakes montgomery takes,

i wat he was na slaw, man;

down lowrie's burn he took a turn,

and carleton did ca', man:

but yet, whatreck, he, at quebec,

montgomery-like did fa', man,

wi' sword in hand, before his band,

amang his en'mies a', man.

poor tammy gage within a cage

was kept at boston—ha', man;

till willie howe took o'er the knowe

for philadelphia, man;

wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin

guid christian bluid to draw, man;

but at new york, wi' knife an' fork,

sir-loin he hacked sma', man.

burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,

till fraser brave did fa', man;

then lost his way, ae misty day,

in saratoga shaw, man.

cornwallis fought as lang's he dought,

an' did the buckskins claw, man;

but clinton's glaive frae rust to save,

he hung it to the wa', man.

then montague, an' guilford too,

began to fear, a fa', man;

and sackville dour, wha stood the stour,