Up An Waun Them A' Jamie

The Laddies by the banks o Nith

Wad trust his Grace wi a' Jamie;

But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King-

Turn tail and rin awa, Jamie.

ch. Up and waun them a'Jamie,

Up and waun them a'!

The Johnstones hae the guidin o't:

Ye turncoat Whigs, awa!

The day he stude his eountry's friend,

Or gied her faes a claw, Jamie,

Or frae puir man a blessin wan-

That day the Duke ne'er saw, Jamie.

But wha is he, his country's boast?

Like him there is na twa, Jamie!

There's no a callant tents the kye,

But kens o Westerha', Jamie.

To end the wark, here's Whistlebirk-

Lang may his whistle blae, Jamie!

And Maxwell true, o sterling blue;

And we'll be Johnstones a', Jamie.

second version -

As I cam doon the banks o' Nith

And by Glenriddell's ha', man,

There I heard a piper play

Turn-coat Whigs awa; man.

Drumlanrig's towers hae tint the powers

That kept the lands in awe, man:

The eagle's dead, and in his stead

We've gotten a hoodie-craw, man.

The turn-coat Duke his King forsook,,

When his back was at the wa', man:

The rattan ran wi'a'his clan

For fear the house should fa', man.

The lads about the banks o' Nith,

They trust his Grace for a', man:

But he'll sair them as he sair't his King,

Turn tail and rin awa, man.