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 And it would make me run wild. To see my sweet child, With its head on the point of a pike.

I’ve my church too to save, And will go to my grave In defence of a church that’s the best; I've my King too, God bless him, Let no man oppress him, For none has he ever opprest.

British laws for my guard My cottage is barr’d Tis safe in the light or the dark. If the squire should oppress, I get instant redress, My orchards as safe as his park.

My cot is my throne, What I have is my own, And what is my own I will keep, Should Bonny come new, ’Tis true I may plow, But I’m sure that l never shall reap.

Now do but reflect, What hive I to protect; When doubt if to fight I shall choose. King, church, babes and wife, Laws liberty, life Now tell me I leave nothing to lose.

Then I’ll beat my plough-share To a sword or a spear,