Lyrics - Awa' Whigs, Awa'
Our thistles flourish 'd fresh and fair
And bonnie bloom'd our roses
But Whigs cam like a frost in June
And wither'd a' our poses
Chorus:
Awa, Whigs, awa!
Awa, Whigs, awa
Ye 're but a pack o' traitor louns
Ye'll do nae guid at a'
The sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my subscribing
The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse
An' we hae done wi' thriving
Our ancient crown is ta'en her piece
Surpassing all my feelings
The Whigs cam o' er us on a day
And may have left us reelin'
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'
Awa' Whigs, Awa'
attr. Robert Burns
From album - 'House Full' (Transatlantic Records XTRA 1166)
