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( 4 ) With red-hot balls their, thunder freight.

and up one Frenchman blew in air!

The other truck her colours now,

but, and too late his life to ave,

For e'er the hotile flag was low,

a hot had mark'd him for the grave 

 BUXOM BONNY WILLIE.

fragrant bloom of yellow broom

delights our lads and laes,

O'er yellow broom in beauty's bloom

my Will all lads' urpaes

Wi' Wallie then I'll o'er the braes,

I'll o'er the braes wi' Willie;

We Willie then I'll o'er the braes,

I'll o'er the braes wi' Willie,

From morn to eve I'll ing the praie

of buxom bonny Willie

Willy, Willy, Willy

From morn to eve I'll ing the praie

of buxom bonny Willy.