"Gangin' a' awry!" Or, Learmonth's lamentation

" GANGIN' A' AWRY !" OR LEARMONTH'S LAMENTATION. TUNE—" Comin' through the Rye." I. OH, gin a body meet a body Canvassin' the wynde, Wi' P------k R---------n before, And Tories a' behind. " Oh ! ilka ane kens Coachman John— And built a brig hae I;" But aye they say my politics And me are all awry. II. Oh ! gin a body ask a body What he thinks himsel'— If he ken nocht about the thing, What need a body tell ? Ilka ane may something ken, And coaches weel ken I, But Corn-Laws, Ballot, and Reform, They send me all awry ! III. O gin a body meet a body Roarin' at the Cross, Gin ilka body hiss a body, Wha's wad be the loss ? For ilka ane may mak' a speech, But deil a ane can I, And when I hear a Wniglin's screech, My sentence—gangs awry. IV. Oh ! gin a body meet a body Gangin' to the poll, And if they wad elect a body, Wadna that be droll! But ilka ane has some conceit, And a' gae slinkin' by, And leave the Coachman on the street, Lookin' all awry. V. Oh ! yes, a body met a cady, Stumpin' through the toun, Wi' a' the Poll upon his back, And Campbell at the Croon ! ! " Follow your nose, you Tory ass ! Follow your nose," they cry : And sae I maun, for now, alas ! I'm going all awry !!!!