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 And nae mair look wan, for I was the man

wha had done her the deed, mysel, O.

My bonny sweet lass on the gowany grass,

Beneath the Shilling Hill, O,

If I did offence, I’se mak ye amends,

Before I leave Peggy's mill, O.

O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O,

And the coggin o' the wheel, O,

The sack and the sieve, a' that ye maun leave,

And round wi' a sodger reel, O,

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,

Scots wham Bruce have aften led;

Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to glorious victory.

Now's the day and now's the hour,

See the front of battle lour;

See approach proud Edward's pow’r

Edward, chains, and slavery;

Wha will be a traitor knave?

Wha can fill a coward's grave?

Wha sae base as be a slave?

Traitor, coward, turn and flee!