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 5 At the seventh round the Captain cried, "The game is all our own.' M'Kay cried out, "although 'tis foul, I'll have it with renown. Now to conclude, and make an end. Of the fate of brave M'Kay, Who. like a hero boldly fought; For his country he did die. Now brave M'Kay is dead and gone, Far from his native shore. Ye Caledonians now lament, M'Kay's sad fate deplore.

The lovely lass of ALLAN DOWN. Tune, Banks of Banna. Yestreen I had a pint o'wina, a place wher body saw na ; Yestreen lay on this breast of nine the raven locks o' Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness, rejoicing o'er his manna, Was neathing to my hinny bliss upon the lips o' Anna,