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Then march, march, to thy honour be true,

The trumpet shall sound victory;

I've a soul full of warmth for the youth

I love, bonnie Scotland! I adore thee.

Hail, bonnie Scotland, so dear to my heart,

I never will leave thy shore;

How dear the scenes your wild crags present,

Yes, yes, you're the land I adore.

Then give me the lad with his bonnet so blue,

For he is the lord of my heart,

He e'er will abide by the thistle so true,

And from duty will never depart.

Then march, gaily march, to our banner be true,

The trumpet shall sound victory;

I've a heart full of warmth for the youth

I love, bonnie Scotland! I adore thee.

WHEN I FIRST DID MEET WI' JAMIE.

Composed by JOHN PARRY.

WHEN I first did meet wi' Jamie,

He look'd blate, and I was shy;

When again I met my Jamie,

He look'd kind, and sae did I.

Soon he spoke, but words were scanty:

As for me, I seem'd tongue-tied

When the lad, sae braw and cantie,

Urg'd that I wad be his bride.

"We'll gang (said he) thro' life together,

Ever happy, ever free;

Our cot amang the blooming heather,

Aye the hame of peace shall be."

Like a frightened fawn I bounded

O'er the hills and down the dale;

But I felt my heart was wounded,

And my flight did nought avail.

Soon he met me lanely straying

By the gentle Teviot side;

I, not kenning what was saying,

Gave consent to be his bride.

And sae we've gane thro' life together,

Ever happy, ever free;

Our cot amang the blooming heather,

Aye the hame of peace shall be.