shall british wrangs be righted!

the kettle o' the kirk and state,

perhaps a clout may fail in't;

but deil a foreign tinkler loun

shall ever ca'a nail in't.

our father's blude the kettle bought,

and wha wad dare to spoil it;

by heav'ns! the sacrilegious dog

shall fuel be to boil it!

by heav'ns! the sacrilegious dog

shall fuel be to boil it!

the wretch that would a tyrant own,

and the wretch, his true-born brother,

who would set the mob aboon the throne,

may they be damn'd together!

who will not sing “god save the king,”

shall hang as high's the steeple;

but while we sing “god save the king,”

we'll ne'er forget the people!

but while we sing “god save the king,”

we'll ne'er forget the people!