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Rh I looked o’er the spunkie howe, An, ay I thought ye wad ha’e been, The ne’er a supper crost my craig, The ne’er a sleep his clost my een, Och hey, Johnny lad! Ye re no sae kind s ye soud hac 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 morn But be au vext, my bonnie lass, Let my waiting stan, for thine; We,llWe’ll [sic] awa to Birkton shaw, And seek the joys we tint yestreen.”

March to the battle field, The foe is now before us; Each heart is fredom’s shield; And heaven is smiling o,ero’er [sic] us

The woes and pains, the galling chains, Which kept our spirits nnderunder [sic], In proud disdain we,vewe’ve [sic] broke again, And tore each link asunder, March to the battle field, &c

Who for his country brave, Would fly from her invader?