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 Wha for Scotland's king and law,

Freedom's sword will strongly draw?

Freeman stand or freeman fa‘,

Caledonia on wi me

By oppression's woes and pains,

By your sons in servile chains,

We will drain our dearest veins,

But they shall be, shall be free.

Lay the proud usurpers low,

Tyrants fall in every foe;

Liberty's in every blow;

Forward—let us do or die.

The cheek is o' the roses hue,

My only jo and dearie, O;

Thy neck is o' the siller dew,

Upon the banks sae brierie, O.

Thy teeth are o' the ivory,

O sweet's the twinkle o thine ee:

Nae joy, nae pleasure blinks on me

My only jo and dearie, O.

The birdie sings upon the thorn,

Its sang o' joy, fu'cheerie, O,