Aikendrum Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum He can fight the hero bright, with his heels and armour tight And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Is not Rowley in the right, Aikendrum! Did ye hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Did ye hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum That man of high command, who has sworn to clear the land He has vanished from our strand, Aikendrum, Aikendrum, Or the eel has ta'en the sand, Aikendrum. Donald's running 'round and 'round, Aikendrum, Aikendrum, Donald's running 'round and 'round, Aikendrum But the Chief cannot be found, and the Dutchmen they are drowned And King Jaime he is crowned, Aikendrum, Aikendrum But the dogs will get a stound, Aikendrum. We have heard of Whigs galore, Aikendrum, Aikendrum We have heard of Whigs galore, Aikendrum But we've sought the country o'er, with cannon and claymore, And still they are before, Aikendrum, Aikendrum We may seek forevermore, Aikendrum! Ken ye how to gain a Whig, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Ken ye how to gain a Whig, Aikendrum Look Jolly, blythe and big, take his ain blest side and prig, And the poor, worm-eaten Whig, Aikendrum, Aikendrum For opposition's sake you will win! stound - astonished ken - know |
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