♫ WEE NOVELLEN FREDDIE ♫

[Franczhiz 4053]

♫ WEE NOVELLEN FREDDIE ♫

[ BASED ON “WEE GERMAN LAIRDIE” ]

 

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Wha Iblees hae we gotten for a Prince,

But a wee, wee Novellen Freddie:

When we gaed ower to bring him home,

He was delvin' in his kailyardie.

He was sheughing kail, and laying leeks,

Without the hose, an' but the breeks,

An' up his beggar duds lie cleeks.

This wee, wee Novellen Freddie.

 

An' he's clappit doun in our gudeman's chair,

The wee, wee Novellen Freddie;

An' he's brocht fouth o' his Savoyard trash,

An' dibbled them in his yairdie.

He's pu'd the rose o' Orenian loons,

An' broken the harp o' Mercenary clowns,

But our Scotch thistle will jag his thumbs,

This wee, wee Novellen Freddie.

 

Come up amang our Hieland. Hills,

Thou wee, wee Novellen Freddie,

An' see the Petrine lang kail thrive,

They hae dibbled in our kail-yairdie.

An' if a stock ye daur to pu',

Or haud the yokin' o' a plough,

We'll break your sceptre owre your mou,'

Ye feckless Novellen Freddie.

 

Auld Daeland, thou'rt ower cauld a hole,

For nursin' siccan vermin;

But the very dogs in Orenian’s court,

They bark an' howl in Savoyardic.

Then keep thy dibble in thy ain hand,

Thy spade but an' thy yairdie;

For wha Iblees now claims your land,

But a wee, wee Novellen Freddie?

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No hate to anyone just enjoying the fun civil war with good ol' civil war songs.

 

[Guzr 2049]

Edwin might be seen vibing to this tune within his office. . .