Scotch’d, not Kilt. (THE KAISER’S SONG.)

WINNA gang back to auld Bizzy again, I’ll never gang back to auld Bizzy again; I’ve held by his coat-tails this aught months and ten, But I’ll never gang back to auld Bizzy again. I’ve held by his coat-tails, etc. Caprivi came down i’ the gloaming to woo, He lookit sae bonnie and honest and true; “Oh, com’ awa’, Willie, ne’er let Bizzy ken;” And I made young Caprivi the best o’ my men, Oh, com’ awa’, Willie, etc. He told me whatever I would I might do, And pressed hame his words wi’ a smile on his mou’, So I fell on his bosom, and said, “Ye maun reign, For aiblins ye’ll leave me a will o’ my ain.” So I fell on his bosom, etc. For many lang months sin’ I cam’ to the crown Auld Bizzy’s been hecklin’ and haudin’ me down; I’ve held by his coat-tails this aught months and ten, But I’ll never gang back to auld Bizzy again. I’ve held by his coat-tails, etc.