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 When my confinement is done at home, I will not stay;

As I have a good offer, I will go away:

Heaven pity poor Britons under the Corn-Law,

For I hope I’ll be free, when in Gallowa’.

My brothers have fought for their country’s weal,

With undaunted courage and hearts true as steel;

Tho’ William was wounded they never did sa’,

So I’ll drink a health to them, when in Gallowa’.

Altho’ that the mountains between us be-high,

Where nothing but muirfowls and plevers do fly,

I’ll still pity Scotland under the Corn-Law,

When I’m making Whisky in fair Gallowa’.

Farewel aged mother and brothers adieu,

If Providence spares me I’ll come and see you:

So do not be grieved tho’ I gang awa’

To enjoy my freedom in fair Gallowa’.

But as for you James, dear brother to me,

We oft het the kettle, where none did us see;

And I hope for to do it, when I am awa’,

On the fine heather mountains into Gallowa’.

Likewise for my deary, my heart is in grief,

And nothing will comfort or bring me relief,

Until I get another, when I am awa’,

And safely arrived in fair Gallowa’.