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 Some heartie cock wad then hae sang,

As auld Scotch sonnet aff wi' glee,

Syan pledge his co-the chorus rang,

Aud Scotia and her sons are free.

Bythe, blythe &c

Thus cracks and jokes and sangs gead round,

Till morn the s'e o'light did draw,

Yet drisch to rise the carls round,

Cry'd oco an chorus then awa.

Blythe, blythe &c

The landlord then the nappy brings,

And toasts fu' happy a' may be,

Syne tooms the cog-the chorus rings,

Auld Scotia's shall ay be free

Blythe blythe, &c.

Then like our dads o' auld langsyhe,

Let social glee unite us a',

Ay blythe to meet our mou's to weet,

But ay as sweer't to gang awa.

Blythe, blythe, &c.

O'er barren hills and flowery dales,

O'er seas and distant shores,