EDINBURGH-WHIG SONG cult THE GREAT OR EY MEETING.

Te,,oii—" nou. tier Ainy's cone!"

Blythe Sewn-% s gather'd a' her clans, Aut.]) BEEKIE's wash'd her face and Lao's, Wi' joy, atnaist has " coup'd the exalts "- Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come!

The CALTON'S got a bta' new bonnet, And loud Sir JA3IIE craws upon it, his speech he scarce has time to con it—

Carle, now Lord Ilattny's come !

Was never seen sac grand a day, Was never heard sic awsome fray : But think na"tis fur Yerl

GtieT-

Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come !

What care we for duty done ?

And what can we for honours won?

We boo unto the risite sun— Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come !

Come HAMILTON, and tak' the chair— But speak na French, I mak't my prayer :

ROSEBERRY, glad to see ye there—

Carle, now Lord HA 'CRT's come!

Come, PANMURE, come, the tried and true—

Ye mind when Whigs were unto few;

Though now there's nought but Butf and Blue—

Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come !

Come frae ye'rc counties, SIIIRRAS a'— Tak' tent ye dinna bide awa', Or ne'er in purple gown ye'll blaw-

Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come!

CORM GLASGOW, GREENOCK, and DUNDEE—

Come Whigs o' every shade that be,

Frae Tory rat to Liberal free— Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come!

Come gather a' the kintra roun, Frae city, brugh, and landward toun ; Frac South come up, frae North come down—.

Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come!

BLacewoon, bide ye'rsel' wi shame; KIT, gang your gate, and greet at hame;

TACT, restore that head o' fame— Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come !

WHIGS, rejoice ! for never mair

Shall TORIES ride ye hard and sair, Nor future place or pension share—

Carle, now Lord HARRY'S come !

Then gie's a shout will raise the toun, And fling the very Castle doun,

Frighten the man that's in the moon- Caile, now Lord HARRY'S come !