Teague and Sawney:
OR,
The Unfortunate Success of a Dear-Joy's Devotion by Saint
PATRICK's Cross,
BEING
Transform'd into the De'els Whirlegig.
To the Tune of Lilli burlero.
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YOU that love Mirth, give ear to my Song,
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a Moment you never can better employ:
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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 Wind-mill,
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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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last by geud chance to Wind-mill they came.
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Zwoonds, 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. Patricks Cross.
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Sir, said Sawney, y' are mistaken,
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for it's St. Andrews Cross I will swear,
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There is his Bonnet, and Garment hangs on it,
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the muckle geud Saint dis in Edinborough wear.
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Nay, by my shoul, thou tellest all Lees,
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for dat I will swear is St. Patricks 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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and had a great kindness for honest poor Teague.
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Therefore, says Teague, I will, by 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 fall
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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. Patricks Cross;
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The Wind set a blowing, and turn'd the Sails going,
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and gave my Dear-Joy, a damnable toss.
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Sawney 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 De'els Whirlegig,
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and none, he was sure, of St. Patricks 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. Patricks kindness no more.
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Sawney to Teague then scoffingly cry'd,
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St. Patrick was but a very sad Loon,
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To hit you such a sore bang on the hide,
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for kneeling before him, an[d asking a] Boon:
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Prithee Teague serve geu[d] [?]
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he, by my sho[ul] [?]
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Since your [???]
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I'd [???]
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