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 My father's gone to fight for him,

My brithers winna bide at hame,

My mither greets and prays for them

And 'deed she thinks they're no to blame.

He's ower the hills, &c

The whigs may scoff, and the whigs may jeer

But, ah! that love maun he sincere

Which still keeps true whate'er betide,

An' for his sake leaves a' beside.

He's ower the hills, &c.

His right these hills, his right these plains;

O'er Highland hearts secure he reigns.

What lad's e'er did, our laddies will do;

Were I a laddie, I'd follow him too.

He's ower the hills, &c.

Sae noble a look, sae princely an air,

Sae gallant and bold, sae young and sae fair;

Oh! did ye but see him, ye'd do as we've done;

Hear him but ance, to his standard you'd run.

He's ower the hills, &c.





Durden kept five serving girls,

To carry the milking pail,

She also kept five lab'ring men,

To use the spade and flail.

'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll, and Kate,

And Dorthy Draggletail,

And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack,

And Humphrey with hs flail.