Teague and Sawney:
OR,
The Unfortunate Success of a Dear-Joys Devotion by St.
PATRICK's Cross.
BEING
Transform'd into the Deel's Whirlegig.
To the Tune of Lili bulero, etc.
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1.
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YOU that love Mirth, give ear to my Song,
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a moment you never can better imploy:
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Sawney and Teague were marching along,
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a bonny Scotch Loon, and an Irish Dear-Joy.
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They had never seen a Windmill,
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nor had they heard of any such name;
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As they were walking and merrily talking,
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at last by geud chance to a Windmil they came.
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2.
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Swoonds, says Sawney, what d' y' call thot?
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to tell its geud Name I am at a loss:
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Teague very readily answer'd the Scot,
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be Chreest I believe it's St. Patrick's Cross.
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Sir, said Sawney, y' are mistaken,
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for it's St. Andrew's Cross, I will swear,
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There is his Bonnet and Garment hangs on it,
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the muckle geud St. dis in Edingbrough wear.
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Nay, by my shoul, thou tell'st all lees,
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for dat I will swear is St. Patrick's Coat;
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I see him in Ireland a buying the Frieze,
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and dat is the same St. Patrick bought.
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He's a better Saint than ever
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hungry Scotland e'er did breed,
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By my shalwashion he was my Relaushion,
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& had a great kindness for honest poor Teague.
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4.
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Therefore, says Teague, I will be my shoul,
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now lay down my Arms and pluck out my Beads,
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Under this geud Holy Cross will I faul
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and say Pater Noster and some of our Creeds.
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Teague began with great Devotion
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for to adore St. Patrick's Cross;
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The Wind set a blowing and turn'd the Sails going,
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& gave my Dear-Joy a damnable toss.
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5.
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Sawny laught to see how poor Teague
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lay scratching his Ears on top of the Grass,
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Swearing by Chreest 'twas the Deel's Whirligig,
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and none he was sure, of St. Patrick's Cross
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Teague cry'd out in a mighty Passion,
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Ah, by my shoul I'm very much sore!
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By my shalwashion, this shall be a caution,
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to trust to St. Patrick's kindness no more.
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6.
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Sawny to Teague then scoffingly cry'd,
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St. Patrick was but a sorry sad Loon,
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To hit you such a sore bang on the hide,
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for kneeling before him, and asking a Boon:
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Prithee Teague, serve geud St. Andrew,
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he, by my shoul, was a muckle geud Man;
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Since your St. Patrick has serv'd you such a trick
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I'd see the Dee'l take him, e'er trust him again.
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