A New Scotch Whim.  
 

I.  
DEel faugh mine Ey'ne  
If e'er Ise ken  
Syke a Parcel of Loons in a Nation.  
Since the Laird of the Boyn  
Does Covet mere Coin,  
They repent of their geud Abdication.   

For the Loons of the Kirk  
Do now find their Work  
Is a muckle too big for their Purses;  
And the War that's begun  
by the geud valiant Son,  
Will be Crowned with a Trophy of Curses.   

II.  
What a Deelish stir  
We make with War,  
To confoond our Estates for Ambition,  
With a crafty Pretence  
Of conquering France,  
To drill out the Coin of our Nation.   

'Twas a muckle thing  
To exchange our King,  
Lubber-Loons ha' got we'll by the Barter;  
For our geud valiant Prince  
Takes the faugh Loon of France  
As the stoot bonny Scot teuk the Tartar.    

Edinburgh: Printed in the Year, 1693.