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6 Gin a body meet a body, Comin' frae the fair, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body stare. Ilka body &c.

Gin a body meet a body, Comin' frae the well, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body tell.

Ilka Jenny has her Jockey, Ne'er a ane ha'e I, But a' the lads they lo'e me weel, And what the waur am I.

When Britain first at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of our land And guardian angels sung this strain; Rule. Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves, For Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations not so blessed as thee, Must in their turn to tyrants fall; Whilst thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free,