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 By oppression's woes and pains,

By your sons in servile chains,

We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be-shall be free

Lay the proud usurper low,

Tyrants fall in every foe;

Liberty's in every blow;

Forward-let us do or die.





O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,

And Rab and Allan cam to prie;

Three blyther lads that lee lang night,

Ye wdna fand in Christendie.

We are na fou, we're na that fou,

But just a wee drap in our ee;

The cock may craw the day may daw

But ay we'll taste the barley bree.

Here are we met, three merry boys,

Three merryboys I trow are we;

And mony a canty night we've seen,

And mony mae we hope to see.

We are na fou, &c.