Leslie's March To Scotland Poem by Anonymous British

March!- march!- pinks of election,
Why the devil don't you march onward in order?
March!- march!- dogs of redemption,
Ere the blue bonnets come over the Border.
You shall preach, you shall pray,
You shall teach night and day,
You shall prevail o'er the kirk gone a whoring;
Dance in blood to the knees
Blood of God's enemies!
The daughters of Scotland shall sing you to snoring.

March!- march!- dregs of all wickedness!
Glory that lower you can't be debased!
March!- march!- dunghills of blessedness!
March and rejoice for you shall be raised,
Not to board, not to rope,
But to faith and to hope,
Scotland's athirst for the truth to be taught her;
Her chosen virgin race,
How they will grow in grace,
Round as a neep, like calves for the slaughter.

March!- march!- scourges of heresy!
Down with the kirk and its whilliebaleery!
March!- march!- down with supremacy
And the kist fu' o' whistles, that mak's sic a cleary;
Fife-men and pipers braw,
Merry de'ils tak them a',
Gown, lace, and livery - lickpot and ladle;
Jockey shall wear the hood,
Jenny the sark of God-
For codpiece and petticoat, dishclout and daidle.

March!- march!- blest ragamuffins!
Sing, as ye go, the hymns of rejoicing!
March!- march!- justified ruffians!
Chosen of Heaven! to glory you're rising.
Ragged and treacherous,
Lousy and lecherous,
Objects of misery, scorning, and laughter;
Never, O happy race!
Magnified so was grace;
Host of the righteous! rush to the slaughter!