ballad on the american war
  ballad on the american war

  tune—“killiecrankie.”

  when guilford good our pilot stood

  an' did our hellim thraw, man,

  ae night, at tea, began a plea,

  within america, man:

  then up they gat the maskin-pat,

  and in the sea did jaw, man;

  an' did nae less, in full congress,

  than quite refuse our law, man.

  then thro' the lakes montgomery takes,

  i wat he was na slaw, man;

  down lowrie's burn he took a turn,

  and carleton did ca', man:

  but yet, whatreck, he, at quebec,

  montgomery-like did fa', man,

  wi' sword in hand, before his band,

  amang his en'mies a', man.

  poor tammy gage within a cage

  was kept at boston—ha', man;

  till willie howe took o'er the knowe

  for philadelphia, man;

  wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin

  guid christian bluid to draw, man;

  but at new york, wi' knife an' fork,

  sir-loin he hacked sma', man.

  burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,

  till fraser brave did fa', man;

  then lost his way, ae misty day,

  in saratoga shaw, man.

  cornwallis fought as lang's he dought,

  an' did the buckskins claw, man;

  but clinton's glaive frae rust to save,

  he hung it to the wa', man.

  then montague, an' guilford too,

  began to fear, a fa', man;

  and sackville dour, wha stood the stour,

  the german chief to thraw, man:

  for paddy burke, like ony turk,