Prince Charlie an' I, we war chased owre the sea
Wi naething but conscience for glory.
An' here I drew sawrd, when the land wad be free,
An' was whipped tae a hole as a Tory.
When the Bonny Blue Flag was flung tae the breeze,
I girded mysel' tae defend it:
They warstled me down tae my hands an' my knees
An' flogged my auld backbane tae bend it.
Sae the deil wan the fights, an' wrang hauds the ground,
But God an' mysel' winna bide it.
I had strength in my airm yet for many a round
An' purpose in plenty tae guide it.
I been banished an' whipped an' warstled an' flogged
(I belang tae the Democrat party),
But in gaein' owre quagmires I hae na been bogged
An' am still on my legs, hale an' hearty!
On The Cape Fear
John Charles Mcneill
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