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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Song, in the Scotch Dialect—1815

I DINNA fear the news is true,

’Tis seen in ilka face;

Neighbours wha scarcely spake before,

How kindly they embrace!

There was na trade in our town

Sin’ war began to blaw,

Our very markets wore a gloom,

An’ specie fled awa.

Soon we’ll hae ships an’ siller baith;

Prosperity again

Shall smile upon our happy land,

An’ we will plough the main.

To every quarter of the world

Our mariners shall go,

An’ wae be to the saucy knave

Wha treats them as a foe.

Now Yankee lads their discontents

Sae prudently will smother,

An’ when they meet a southern blade,

Ca’ him a friend and brother.

For interest, sweet interest

Sae powerfully can draw,

Nor doubt it, since without it

Our virtues look so sma.

John Bull and brother Jonathan

Hae had a hearty bout,

And here and there and everywhare

Hae fairly fought it out.

Till, tired wi’ warsling up and down,

It gi’es us joy to see

How they shake hands like honest men,

Sae ready to agree.

When next they mean to break a lance,

As chosen friends will jar,

The mickle folks on either side,

May they sustain the war.

And let the nations baith stand by,

Regardless o’ their din,

To see their manly valour tried,

An’ tell wha first will rin.