George and Britain Save ; 
 
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 The Plowman's Ditty, 
 Lay thy loof in Mine, Lassie 
 By Logan Streams. 
 
 STIRLING s 
 
GE ^RGE AND BR T UN SAVE. 
 
 Whib > eeds of Ueil cctace the world, 
 
 a .d GaMi A thion in inina lies, 
 Whil- r nod be world rtvolt is ! url*d, 
 
 and D *cord f * baneful! b*m er flies. 
 Loud sf -ail ioval Briton si"g 
 To arms ! to arms ! your bucklers bii«ig 4 
 To s ii Id ur Count' y gua d our King, 
 And George and Britain save* 
 
 Ne'er ©hall the desol - ti; g woe, 
 
 Th it 8 ! «a e> win ! o rur Eurape o'sr, 
 To us i is t)ii;erus m \ e s ; iew, 
 
 Or el.ep in bta u this happy sSore. 
 Firm a* our rock- bound Lie weHi stated, 
 Wi h <va ehfu' eye and iron band, 
 To widd the ougfct ot Britain's land, 
 A*d Gsorge and Britain save. 
 
 ,w fere wi le th? eating frenzy barns, 
 
 And prostrate nations mourn in rage, 
 Sterrly h's eve the Baton turni 
 
 To EbwardVs End u Bmnfs ptee* 
 
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 JH o'er th ir corq u ering Urn h* au hs. 
 Touch'd by t eir fime*s proud fi e hi crief, 
 " Thus o'er cur foes we'll ever ri e, 
 <{ And George and B itatn savs *~ 
 
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 Oft Fa^cy views them on the <?eop, 
 And turning n< th .ir q ia'iront roll, 
 
 Where great E'iz a^vhe3 sle^p, 
 
 With tnura h fi Is each Briton's soul. 
 
 As Drake and Raleigh c>tch the glance: 
 
 " Advance : he c i^*, rasi fjoU a iva rce ! 
 
 ** Thegr v? of ^pai » sh»ll < pe for France, 
 " And George a >d Briton save.*' 
 
 "What prompts these restless foes of life 
 To dare our dreaded arms again ? 
 
 What, but the hope that party strife 
 Has broke Britannia s shield in twain ? 
 ' Bat know thev not, when France is near, 
 
 Xbe war of tongaes' is silent here, 
 
 That all my grasp Britannia's spear, 
 And George and Britain save. 
 
 Ne'er in the pinch of Britain's "Fate, 
 
 Shall Statesmen's rival Feuda he kttoWD, 
 Or Faction strive, with thwarting hate, 
 
 * To Weak the British Bulwark <U#n.t 
 
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 No ! round the Alter of our Land, 
 LinkM in one soul, the British Bard, 
 %all firm in sacred Union stand, 
 And George and Britain save. 
 
 Though Moral Order sink to the ground^ 
 Though all the Virtues trodden lie 
 
 Though Fury tear the nations round, 
 Anil Blood und Rapine fill each eye j 
 
 Ne'er shall the Storm here turn his flight; 
 
 While British hearts at home unite 
 
 To gaide our thought, to guard our right* 
 And George and Britain save. 
 
 O^happy Isle ! wise order'd State ' f 
 
 Well-temper x d work of Freedom's haadf 
 No shock of realms can touch thy Fate 
 
 If Union binds thy Sea-girt Land : 
 Vainly the storm shall round thee ring, 
 While Britain's Sons in concord sing, 
 ** We'll shield our country guard our King, 
 " And George and Britain save.' 1 
 
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 THE PLOWMAN S DITTY. 
 
 Because I'm but poor, 
 And slendor my store, 
 
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 •tffe&t I've nothing to lose is tke cry^ 
 
 Let who will declare it, 
 
 I vow I can't bear it, 
 S give all such prater* the lie, 
 
 Tho* my house is but small, 
 
 Yet to have none at all, 
 W«uld sure be a greater distress, Sir, 
 
 ■Shall my garden, so sweet, 
 
 And my orchard, so neat, 
 Be- the prize of a foreign oppressor? 
 
 On Saturday's night, 
 
 Tis still my delight, 
 WUh my wages to run home the faster, 
 
 But if Frenchmen rule here, 
 
 T may look far and near, 
 *ut I never shall find a Pay-master. 
 
 Vve a dear little wife, 
 
 Whom I love as my tife. 
 To lose her 1 should not mucb like. 
 
 And it would make me run wild, 
 
 To see my sweet child, 
 With it's head on the point of a pike. 
 
 I've my Church too to save, 
 And will go to my grave 
 
 *4UU LIlillUiivA 
 
la defence of a Church that's the be3t 
 I've my King, too> God bless him 
 Let no one oppress him 
 
 For none has he ever opprest. 
 
 British Laws for my guard, 
 
 My cottage is bari'd j 
 'Tis tafe in the light or the dark, 
 
 If the 'Squire shou'd oppress, 
 
 1 get instant redress, 
 My Orchard's as safe as his Park. 
 
 My Cot is my Throne, 
 
 What 1 have is my own, 
 A»d what is my own 1 will keep, 
 
 Should Boni come now, 
 
 'Tis true 1 may plow, 
 But I'm sure that 1 never shall reap. 
 
 Now do but reflect 
 
 Wlut 1 have to protect ; 
 Then doubt if to fight 1 shall choose, 
 
 King, Church, Babes and Wife, 
 
 Laws, Liberty, Life, 
 Now tell me 1 have nothing to lose* 
 
 Then I'll beat my plouglishar© 
 To a sword or a spear» 
 
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 And rush on those desperate men J 
 
 Like a lion I'll tight ; 
 
 That my spear, now so bright, 
 May soon turn to a ploughshare again ! 
 
 LAY THY LOOF IN MINE LASS, 
 
 O Lay thy loof in mine lass" 
 in mine lass, in mine lass, 
 And swea? on thy white hand Lass, 
 
 That thou wilt be m aim 
 A slave to love s unbounded sway. 
 He aft has wrought me m^kle wae 
 But now he, is mv deadly tae 
 Unless thou be mine aia. 
 
 O lav th*' loof in mine Lasi, 
 In mine Lass in mine Lass> &c. 
 
 There's roonie a Lass has broke nay rest, 
 That for a blin I h&'e lo'ed best ', 
 But thou art Queen -ntbm my breast, 
 ITor ever to remain. 
 
 O lay thy tool m mine L iss, 
 In mine La^s in mine La§< i 
 And iWeii? on thy white hand) La&Sj 
 That thou wilt bo- my -Civ. 
 
 McGILL LIBR AFA 
 
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 ; ffcar Lad gin we'll be leel and tree, 
 There's nane 1 like^ae weel as vou» 
 $ae there's my loof 1 .swear and vow, 
 
 For life to be vour ain. 
 Now there's m loof in thine Lad, 
 k thine Lad, In thine Lad 
 fa hopes vou will prove kin Lad, 
 And tak me for . our ain. 
 
 BY LOGAN S ! REAMS. 
 
 Bf Logan streams that rins sae deep f 
 How aft wi* glee I've herded sheep, 
 Herded sheep and gather' d slaes 
 Wi' my dear lad on Logan braes. 
 But lack-a-nee ! these da s are gane. 
 And 1 wi' grief mar herd my Hne 
 While my dear lad maun face his faet, 
 Far, far frae me and Logan braes. 
 Nae mair at Logan kirk will he 
 Atween the preachings meet wi me J. 
 Meet wi* me and when it s mirk, 
 CbnveV me hame frac Logan Kirk. 
 Weel may 1 sing the days are gane, 
 Frae kirk or fair 1 come my lane j 
 While my dear lad maon face his fa*s> 
 hi ff ae me anil LogHB bsaes. 
 
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