Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 4

Chorus.—Buy braw troggin frae the banks o’ Dee;

Wha wants troggin let him come to me.

There’s a noble Earl’s fame and high renown,

For an auld sang—it’s thought the gudes were stown—

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Here’s the worth o’ Broughton in a needle’s e’e;

Here’s a reputation tint by Balmaghie.

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Here’s its stuff and lining, Cardoness’ head,

Fine for a soger, a’ the wale o’ lead.

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Here’s a little wadset, Buittle’s scrap o’ truth,

Pawn’d in a gin-shop, quenching holy drouth.

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Here’s an honest conscience might a prince adorn;

Frae the downs o’ Tinwald, so was never worn.

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Here’s armorial bearings frae the manse o’ Urr;

The crest, a sour crab-apple, rotten at the core.

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Here’s the worth and wisdom Collieston can boast;

By a thievish midge they had been nearly lost.

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Here is Satan’s picture, like a bizzard gled,

Pouncing poor Redcastle, sprawlin’ like a taed.

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Here’s the font where Douglas stane and mortar names;

Lately used at Caily christening Murray’s crimes.

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Here is Murray’s fragments o’ the ten commands;

Gifted by black Jock to get them aff his hands.

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Saw ye e’er sic troggin? if to buy ye’re slack,

Hornie’s turnin chapman—he’ll buy a’ the pack.

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