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Against Buonaparte.

Ha' ye heard o' these wondrous Dons,

That myeks this mighty fuss, man,

About invading Britain's land?

I vow they're wondrous spruce, man:

But little do the Frenchmen ken

About our loyal Englishmen;

Our Collier lads are for cockades,

And guns to shoot the French, man.

Tol lol de rol, de rol de rol.

Then to parade the Pitmen went,

Wi' hearts byeth stout an' strang, man;

Gad smash the French! we are sae strang,

We'll shoot them every one, man!

Gad smash me sark! if aw wad stick

To tumble them a' down the pit,

As fast as aw could thraw a coal,

Aw'd tumble them a' doon the hole,

An' close her in abuin, man.

Tol lol de rol, &c.

Heads up! says yen, ye silly sow,

Ye dinna mind the word, man:

Eyes right! says Tom, and wi' a dam,

And march off at the word, man:

Did ever mortals see sic brutes,

To order me to lift me cutes!

Ad smash the fuil! he stands and talks,

How can he learn me to walk,

That's walk'd this forty year, man!

Tol lol de rol, &c.

But should the Frenchmen shew their fyece,

Upon our waggon-ways, man,

Then, there upon the road, ye knaw,

We'd myek them end their days, man:

Aye, Bonaparte's sel aw'd tyek,

And thraw him i' the burning heap,

And wi' greet speed aw'd roast him deed;

His marrows, then, aw wad nae heed,

We'd pick out a' their e'en, man.

Tol lol de rol, &c.

Says Willy Dunn to loyal Tom,

Your words are all a joke, man;

For Geordy winna hae your help,

Ye're sic kamstarie folk, man:

Then Willy, lad, we'll rest in peace,

In hopes that a' the wars may cease;

But awse gi'e ye Wull, to understand,

As lang as aw can wield me hand,

There's nyen but George shall reign, man.

Tol lol de rol, &c.

Enough of this hes sure been said,

Cry'd cowardly Willy Dunn, man;

For should the Frenchmen come this way,

We'd be ready for to run, man.

Gad smash you, for a fuil! says Tom,

For if aw could not use me gun,

Aw'd tyek me pick, aw'd hew them doon,

And run and cry, through a' the toon,

God save greet George our King, man!

Tol lol de rol, &c.