Lyrics - Awa Whigs Awa by Burns Robert

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.
CHORUSAwa,
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!& chtune:
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