Awa Whigs Awa Lyrics - Singles - 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. 

CHORUS 

Awa, 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! 

& ch 

tune: Awa whigs awa (303) 

filename[ AWAWHIGS 

play.exe AWAWHIGS 

ARB 

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