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"HOLY WILLIE"

A MOI)i:KN KXAMi'LK. [By " in Ihe ' .SciUsiuau.] 0 ye. wha think yersel' sublime. An' fain wad rank .is alle divine. At hist -we've fund ye out in time— An mild bla.-phemer; Ye're inirlhiiiLC init .1 kinu' '-> '.Time. An' cruel >cli''iu(.'i-. Since mad ambition seized your brain, Auld .Satan's heal ye for hi.s ;i:n. He'? got ve 11 m. v.-' mi. in an' mam, \Vithoot ;i d.>ui; An' doon below h'-'ll li.ie ye laVn, In briniMaue suit. Your cracks wi' Scottish millionaires M.'i'r led us into brutal snares. An' broebt on us a warld o' cares— Ye spoke o' Peace. Hut non ye've la'en us unawares. On f.'ey bhurt lease. Ye'vc .suffered lnueb frae swollen heid, Like a' the. ithers 0' your breed. An' mair than tint, your enda.-s j.'rced Wa* sure lo kill : Alas! there'll Mine- be little need For Kaiser Mill ! We've seen your niony ■■cultured" Huns. An' a.' their muekle. deidly l'uiis. An' watched their speedy finikin' runs Frac bayonet point*: The Ilielant steel ilk foenuiii shuns— It sair disjoin!s! We've marked the deeds your •■cultured'' crew ■Ere- hllS (thill's if they livei will nic; ITo your dii;tiit.es they ha'e been true---I * They've served you weel ; j An', like versel', ihey'll lasie ..or brew ! Distilled with .-keel. We've watched your famous boasted fleet lit its renowned but safe retreat ; Oor sailor ehiels fain wad it. meet In. open sea: A he'rty welcome they wad uie 't "Tak' that frae me. I'm dootin', Willio, ye'll no' see To you the, warld boo the knee. For you and it could ne'er a^'iee. For very lane;: Ye'd better yet been on the .Spree. An' saved this wran l ,'! Your name, in days lo eeme will slink Whaurover nations nieel iae drinkIlk it hers' health by Freedom's brink Ye've earned a curse. Whilk doon the a<„'os deep will sinkAye, maybe worse! Ye've spilt a rowth o' gallant bluid. Your nntrd'rous speerit weel ye've hid, O' sic as ye. we maun be rid — The truth to tellNo' fit wi' daecent folks an' fluid On earth to dwell. 1 trust this rhyme will meet the eyes O' ane o' your ain dirty Bpies Wha roun aboot us lurk an' li<\ Prepared to dart A fatal weapon frno the skyTo pierce our heart'. A dav o' reeknnin' 's near nt hand, At -whilk ye a' will bae to stand, An' then, "mine friendt" yell lose, command — "Retire to rear!" You an' your famous rievin' band Will disappear! Au' thoso you've, coonted on as friends. When they see hoo your exploit ends, A ruined country—nao amends—"Will prove your foes; 'TI3 then red Revolution tends To itself disclose!

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"HOLY WILLIE", Evening Star, Issue 15689, 31 December 1914

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"HOLY WILLIE" Evening Star, Issue 15689, 31 December 1914

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