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 3 Thy healthfu' breeze is pure and clear, Thy cone are straping stout and brew, Can face the foe and boldly fight, And firmly stand nor flinch a flaw. Nae slave shall tread thy highland hills, Fræ galling bondage thon art free; Nae tyrant e'er shall rule thy shores But scotia thou'lt be ever free. Tho' foreign monarchs rage and try To conquer and defeat thy fame, Thy sons can boldly rise and will Their laws and libertys maintain. O let me never share the fate Of exiles banished o'er thy sea, Here let me live and die in peace, Since scotia thou'rt for ever free.

Lamentation for the death of Mc Kay, In Glasgow town, of high renown, This hero once did dwell; M' Kay by name, of birth and fame, The Scotckmen loved him well.