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Poem Title:  Awa' Whigs, Awa'

Poem Category:  Scottish

Poet:  Robert Burns

Poet Biography: 
Robert Burns was born in Alloway in Ayrshire in 1759 and died at the early age of 37 years in 1796. Robert Burns is one of Scotlandís most important literary figures (his life and work being celebrated each year) and is best known for his famous, and often humorous, songs and poetry. Written in the dialect of the time, even modern Scottish people struggle at times to understand the true meaning of his poems. Sometimes referred to as Scotlandís National Bard (poet)his work lives on in annual celebrations known as burns suppers. Life and Times



Poem: 
Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair,
And bonie bloom'd our roses;
But Whigs cam' like a frost in June,
An' wither'd a' our posies.
Awa' Whigs, awa'!
Awa' Whigs, awa'!
Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae gude at a'.

Our ancient crown's fa'en in the dust-
Deil blin' them wi' the stoure o't!
An' write their names in his black beuk,
Wha gae the Whigs the power o't.
Awa' Whigs, awa'!
Awa' Whigs, awa'!
Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae gude at a'.

Our sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my descriving:
The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse,
An' we hae done wi' thriving.
Awa' Whigs, awa'!
Awa' Whigs, awa'!
Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,
Ye'll do nae gude at a'.

Grim vengeance lang has 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'.


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