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8 Now when Freedom bids avenge her,

Wha would shun her ca‘, lassie.

Louden's bonny woods and braes,

Hae seen our happy bridal days,

And gentle Hope shall sooth thy waes,

When I am far awa‘, lassie.

Hark! the swelling bugle sings,

That gi‘es joy to thee, laddie;

But the dolefu‘ bugle brings,

Waefu‘ thoughts to me laddie.

Lanely I may climb the mountain,

Lanely stray beside the fountain,

Still the weary moments counting,

Far frae Love and thee, laddie.

O'er the gory field of war,

Where Vengeance drives his crimson car,

Thou‘lt may befa' frae me afar,

And nane to close thy e‘e, laddie.

O resume thy wonted smile,

O supress thy fear, lassie;

Glorious honour crowns the toil,

That the soldier shares, lassie.

Heav n [sic] will shield thy faithfu' lover,

Till the vengeful strife is over,

Then we'll meet, nae mair to sever,

Till the day we die, lassie:

Midst our bonny woods and braes,

We‘ll spend our peaceful happy days,

As blythe‘s yon lightsome lamb, that plays,

On Louden’s flow'ry lea, lassie.

FINIS.