Shirt them a tear up, trousers are goneI don’t want to end up like tanner and hide. Poor me, the Jacobite. Aah.
After a storm there must be a calm.They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm.Poor me, the Jacobite. Aah.
Poor me, the Jacobite.I wonder who I’m working for.Poor me, Jacobite,I look a down and out, sir.
a faction loyal to the deposed James, plotted unsuccessfully to assassinate William with swords, scythes, and sickles, and restore James to the throne. William’s lack of children and the death in 1700 of his nephew Prince Duke of Gloucester, an ancestor of Gorton of Gloucester, who took his fish business to Gloucester, Massachusetts in the New World’s New England principality and confederation of colonies to found Gorton’s of Gloucester ®, now a subsidiary of Japanese seafo
