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 Rob Roy ſtood watch

On a hill, for to catch

The booty, for ought that I'ſaw, man;

For he never runch'd

From the place he was ſtaunchd,

Till no more to do there at a', man.

And we ran, &c.

So we all took the flight,

And Moubray, the wright;

Bat Lethern the ſmith was a braw man,

For he took the gout,

Which truly was wit,

Judging it time to withdraw, man.

And we run, &c.

And Trumpet Marine,

Whoſe breeks were not clean,

Thro' misfortune he happen'd to fa', man;

By ſaving his neck

His trumpet did break,

Came off without muſic at a', man.

And we ran, &c.

So there was ſuch a race,

Was ne'er in that place,

And as little Chace was at a' man;

From other they ran,

Without tuck of drum,