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 They brought their foes down to the ground', And fought with braverie. Sound, sound the music, sound it, Let hills and dales rebound it, Fill up the glass and round we't, In praise of our Heroes bold. If Scotsmen were always true, We make our enemies to rue, But alas! we're not all true blue, As we were in days of old.

 

Y friends all declare that my time is mispent While in rural retirement I rove: I ask no move wealth than dame Fortune has sent But the sweet little girl that I love. The role on her cheeks may delight, She's soft as the down on the dove; No lily was ever so white, As the sweet little girl that I love. The, &c.

Though humble my lot, calm content gild the scene, For my fair one delights in the grave; And a palace I'd quite for a dance on the green With the sweet little girl hat I love. The, &c.

No ambition I'd know but call her my own, No fame but be praise wish to prove: My happiness centers in Fanny alone, She's the sweet little girl that I love the &c.

