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 And while Rob Roy free to rove,

In summer's heat, and winter's snow,

The eagle he is lord above,

And Rob is lord below.

A famous man,

I hae wander’d mony a night in June,

Alang the banks o’ Clyde,

Beneath a bright and bonny moon,

Wi’ Mary at my side.

A simmer was she to mine e’e,

An’ to my heart a joy;

An’ weel she loo’d to roam wi' me,

Her Highland Minstrel boy.

I ha’e wander’d, &c.

Oh, her presence could on ev’ry star

New brilliancy confer;

And I thought the flowers were sweeter far

When they were seen with her.

Her brow was calm as sleeping sea,

Her glance was full o’ joy;

And, oh, her heart was true to me,

Her Highland Minstrel boy.

Oh her presence. &c.

I ha’e play’d to ladies, fair and gay,

In many a southron hall;

But there was one far-far-away,

A world above them all.

And now, tho’ weary years have fled,

I think wi’ mournfu' joy

Upon the time when Mary wed

Her Highland Minstrel boy.

I ha’e play'd to ladies, &c.

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,

Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time

Soon as the woods on shore look dim,

We’ll sing at St. Ann’s our parting hymn.

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,

The rapids are near, and the day-light's pas