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now the bold outlaw,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Grant him mercy, gentles a',

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Let your hands and hearts agree,

Let the Highland laddie free,

Mak’ us sing wi' muckle glee,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Long the state had doom'd his fa',

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Still he spurned the hatefu' law,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Scots can for their country die;

Ne'er for Britain's foes they flee,

A' that's past forget—forgie

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Scotland's fear, and Scotland's pride,

Rob Roy Mecgregor, O!

Your award must now abide,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!

Lang your favours hae been mine,

Favours I will ne'er resign—

Welcome then auld langsyne,

Rob Roy Macgregor, O!