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 7 I looked o' er the spunkie howes All, ay I thought ye wad ha 'e been, The ne'er a super crost my craig, The ne'er a skep his closet my een, Och hey, Johnny lad! Ye'ra no sae kind s yo soud hae been. " Gin ye war waitin by the wood, Its I was waitin by the thorn; I thought it was the place we set, An, waited maist till dawning morm But be an vext, my bonnie lass, Let my waiting stan for thine; We,ll awa to Birkton shaw, And seek the joys we tint yestreen.“

March to the battle field. March to the battle field, The foe is now before us; Each heart is fredom's shield: And heaven is smiling o,er us The woes and pains, the galling chains, Which kept our spirits muder, In prond disdain we,ve broke again, And tore cach link asunder' March to the battle field, &c Who for his country brave, Would fly from her invader?