JACOBITE 'AULD LANG SYNE' - Andrew Lang Poems

 
 

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JACOBITE 'AULD LANG SYNE'

Shall ancient freedom be forgot
    And the auld Stuart line?
Shall ancient freedom be forgot
    And Auld Lang Syne?
Though now we take King Louis' fee
    And drink King Louis' wine,
We'll bring the King frae o'er the sea
    For Auld Lang Syne.

We twa hae waded deep in blood,
    And broke the red-coat line,
And forded Eden white in flood
    For Auld Lang Syne.
And we hae fought the English coofs
    Frae Garry to the Rhine,
Frae Gledsmuir to the field o' Val
    In Auld Lang Syne.

The Butcher wi' the deil shall drink
    And wi' the deevil dine,
But Charles shall dine in Holyrood
    For Auld Lang Syne.
For He wha did proud Pharaoh crush
    And save auld Jacob's line,
Shall speak wi' Charlie in the Bush
    Like Moses, lang syne.