Tune - "Awa Whigs, Awa." Chorus. Awa Whigs, Awa! Awa Whigs, Awa! Ye're But A Pack O' Traitor Louns, Ye'll Do Nae Good At A'. I Our Thrissles Flourish'D Fresh And Fair, And Bonnie Bloom'D Our Roses; But Whigs Came Like A Frost In June, And Wither'D A' Our Posies. Ii. Our Ancient Crown'S Fa'N In The Dust, Deil Blin' Them Wi' The Stoure O'T; And Write Their Names In His Black Beuk, Wha Gae The Whigs The Power O'T. Iii. Our Sad Decay In Church And State Surpasses My Descriving: The Whigs Came O'Er Us For A Curse, And We Hae Done Wi' Thriving. Iv. Grim Vengeance Lang Ha'S Taen A Nap, But We May See Him Wauken; Gude Help The Day When Royal Heads Are Hunted Like A Maukin. Awa Whigs, Awa! Awa Whigs, Awa! Ye're But A Pack O' Traitor Louns, Ye'll Do Nae Gude At A'.