and now ye&039;ve gien auld brita peace,
her broken shs to pister,
your sair taxation does her fleece,
till she has scarce a tester:
for , thank god, y life&039;s a lease,
nae barga wear&039; faster,
or, faith! i fear, that, wi&039; the ese,
i shortly boost to pasture
i&039; the craft day
i&039; no istrtg willie pitt,
when taxes he enrs,
(an&039; will&039;s a true guid fallow&039;s t,
a na not envy spairs),
that he tends to pay your debt,
an&039; lessen a&039; your chars;
but, god-sake! let nae savg fit
abrid your bonie bars
an&039;boats this day
adieu, y lie; ay freedo ck
beneath your high protection;
an&039; ay ye rax rruption&039;s neck,
and gie her for dissection!
but sce i&039; here, i&039;ll no neglect,
loyal, true affection,
to pay your een, wi&039; due respect,
ay fealty an&039; subjection
this great birth-day
hail, ajesty ost excellent!
while nobles strive to please ye,
will ye aept a plint,
a siple poet gies ye?
thae bonie bairnti, heav&039;n has lent,
still higher ay they heeze ye
bliss, till fate day is sent
for ever to release ye
frae care that day
for you, young potentate o&039;wales,
i tell your highness fairly,
down pleasure&039;s strea, wi&039; swellg sails,
i&039; tauld ye&039;re drivg rarely;
but day ye ay gnaw your nails,
an&039; curse your folly sairly,
that e&039;er ye brak diana&039;s pales,
or rattl&039;d dice wi&039; charlie
by night or day
yet aft a ragd wt&039;s been known,
to ak a noble aiver;
, ye ay doucely fill the throne,
for a&039;their clish-a-cver:
there, hi at agurt wha shone,
few better were or braver:
and yet, wi&039; funny, eer sir john,
he was an un shaver
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