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 Then cease with infamy to brand,

The brave, wha’s stay’d your conqu’ring hand,

Auld Russia’s whack’d you weel on land,

And Britian on the sea.

Gloomy winter’s now awa’,

Saft the wastlin breezes blaw;

’Mang the birks o’ Stanly shaw,

The Mavis sings fu’ cheery O.

Sweet the crow-flow’rs early bell

Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell;

Blooming like thy bonny sel’,

My young, my artless dearie O.

Come, my’lassie, let us stray,

O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae,

Blythly spend the gowden day,

’Midst joys that never weary O.

Tow’ring o’er the Newton woods,

Lav’rocks fan the snaw-white clouds;

Siller saughs wi’ downy buds.

Adorn the banks sae briery O.