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 I've dar'd his face, and in this place, I ſcorn him yet again! Sae rantingly, &c. Untie theſe bands from off my hands, And bring to me my ſword, And there's no a man in all Scotland, But I'll brave at a word. Sae rantingly, &c. I've liv'd a life of ſlurt and ſrife; I die by treacherie: It burns my heart I muſt depart And not avenged be. Sae rantingly, &c. Now farewell light, thou ſunſhine bright And all beneath the sky; May coward ſhame aye ſtain his name, The wretch that dares not die. Sae rantingly, &c.

O poortith Cauld.

cauld and reſtleſs love, Ye break my peace between ye! Yet poortith a' I could forgive. If it 'twerna for my Jeanie O'why ſhould fate ſic pleaſure have, Love's deareſt band untwining! Or why fae ſweet a flow'r as love Depend on fortunes ſhining. This warld's wealth, when I think on Its pride, and a' the lave o't, Fie, fie, on ſilly coward man, That he ſhould be the ſlave o't. O why ſhould fate, &c.