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 Now since ye'er waukin' Maggie!

Now since ye're waukin' Maggie!

What care I for howlets cry,

For boor—tree bank, or warlock craigie.





, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled;

Scots, wham Bruce has aften led

Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to victory!

Now's the day, an' now's the hour!

See the front of battle lour;

See approach proud Edward's pow'r,

Chains an' slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?

Wha can fill a coward's grave?

Wha sae base as be a slave?

Coward, turn an' flee!

Wha for Scotland's king an' law.

Freedom's sword will strongly draw?

Freeman stand, or freeman fa'

Caledonian, 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 free.

Lay the proud usurpers low;

Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe;

Liberty's in every blow!

Let us do or die!