An Excellent new
SONG,
To the Tune of, OLD LONG SYNE.
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O CALEDON, O CALEDON,
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How wretched is thy Fate
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I, thy St. ANDREW do lament,
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Thy poor abandon'd State.
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O Caledon, O Caledon,
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How griev'd am I to think;
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That thy sad Story written is,
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With Blood instead of Ink.
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IN Days of Yore you was renown'd,
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Conspicuous was your FAME,
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All Nations did your Valour Praise,
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And Loyalty Proclaim;
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You did your Ancient Rights maintain,
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And Liberties defend,
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And scorn'd to have it thought that you
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On England did depend.
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UNTO your Kings you did adhere,
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Stood by the Royal Race;
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With them you Honour great did gain,
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And Paths of Glory trace;
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With Royal STEWART at your Head
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All Enemies oppose,
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And like our brave Couragious Clans;
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In Pieces cut your Foes.
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YOUR Kings did Justice then dispense,
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And led you on to Fight;
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And your Heroick Valour was,
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Like their Example, bright.
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An happy People then you were,
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In plenty did abound,
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And your untainted Loyalty
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With Blessings great was crown'd.
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BUT Oh! Alas, the Case is chang'd,
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You'r wretched and forlorn;
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The Hardships now impos'd on you
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By Slaves are only born:
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Your antient Rights, which you so long
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Did with your Blood maintain,
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Are meanly sold and given up,
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And you dare scarce complain.
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JUSTICE now hath fled away,
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With Taxes you'r opprest,
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And every little pratling Wretch
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M[?]treely you molest.
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The choisest of your Noble Blood
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Are banish'd far away,
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And such as do remain at Home,
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Must truckle and obey.
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YOU'R Martial Spirit's quite decay'd,
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You'r poor contented Slaves,
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You'r kick'd and cuff'd, oppress'd, harrass'd,
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By Scoundrels, Fools and Knaves.
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You did against your King rebel,
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Abjur'd the Royal Race:
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For which just Heaven did punish you,
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With Woes, Contempt, Disgrace.
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THIS Prince alone the Crown should wear
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And Royal Scepter sway,
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To Him alone you should submit,
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And your Alledgeance pay.
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A Prince indu'd with Virtues rare,
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So Warlike, Just and Great,
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That were it not to punish you,
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He'd have a better Fate.
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O CALEDON, O CALEDON,
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Look back from whence you fell,
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And from your Sufferings, learn your Guilt,
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And never more rebel;
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Regain your antient Liberties,
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Redeem your Rights and Laws,
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Restore your injur'd Lawful King;
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Or perish in the Cause.
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YOUR Reputation thus you may,
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Thus only can retrieve,
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And till you Justice do to Him,
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You need not think to thrive.
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O may the Almighty King of Kings,
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His Sov'rain Power extend,
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And his Anointed's precious Life,
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From Perils all defend.
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O may just Heaven assert his Right,
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Him to his own Restore,
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And may the Scottish Nation shine,
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Illustrious as before.
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O Caledon, O Caledon,
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How joyful wou'd I be,
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To see the King upon the Throne,
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And you from Chains set free.
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