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 Wha tor Scotland's king and law,

Freedom's sword will strongly draw?

Freemen stand, or Freenen fa',

Caledonia, on wi' me!

By Oppressions woes and pains!

By your suns in servile chains!

We will draw our dearest veins,

But they shall be free.

Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in every foe!

Liberty's in every blow;

Forward, let us do or die!

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around,

the Castle o' Montgomery,

Green be your woods and fair your flowers

your waters never drumlie!

There simmer first unfaulds her robes,

and there they langest tarry;

and there I took the last farewell

of my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,

low rich the hawthoruns blossom,

As underneath their fragrant shade

I clasp'd her to my bosom?

The golden hours, on angel wings,

flew o'er me and my dearie---

For dear to me as light and life,

was my dear Highland Mary