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!