William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Song, in the Scotch Dialect1815I
’Tis seen in ilka face;
Neighbours wha scarcely spake before,
How kindly they embrace!
Sin’ war began to blaw,
Our very markets wore a gloom,
An’ specie fled awa.
Prosperity again
Shall smile upon our happy land,
An’ we will plough the main.
Our mariners shall go,
An’ wae be to the saucy knave
Wha treats them as a foe.
Sae prudently will smother,
An’ when they meet a southern blade,
Ca’ him a friend and brother.
Sae powerfully can draw,
Nor doubt it, since without it
Our virtues look so sma.
Hae had a hearty bout,
And here and there and everywhare
Hae fairly fought it out.
It gi’es us joy to see
How they shake hands like honest men,
Sae ready to agree.
As chosen friends will jar,
The mickle folks on either side,
May they sustain the war.
Regardless o’ their din,
To see their manly valour tried,
An’ tell wha first will rin.