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IN days of yore our Scottish bards
 * did our heroes' acts proclaim,

And among the chief was Robert Bruce
 * a King of noble fame.

After the death of Wallace wight,
 * (butcher'd at London town)

The Engliſh overpow'r'd the land,
 * and claim'd the Scottiſh crown.

Moſt of the Forts were in their hands,
 * Stirling, Bothwel, and Dunbar,

And nothing could redeem the land,
 * but hot and bloody war.

Our noble King was ſtill defeat,
 * and to the woods baniſh'd;

Till fortune's wheel turn'd up her ſpake,
 * and a wonted courage rais'd.

But the deſperadoes of the land
 * unto their king have flown,

And vow'd to die thro' ſweet revenge,
 * than bear the Engliſh frown.