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 We ne’er see our foes but we wish them to stay;

They never see us but they wish us away;

If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,

For if they wont fight us, what can we do more ?

Hearts of oak, &c.

They swear they’ll invade us, these terrible foes,

They’ll frighten our women, our children, our beaus;

But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o’er,

Still Britons they’ll find to receive them ashore. Hearts of oak, &c.

We’ll still make them run, and we’ll still make them sweat

In spite of the devil, or Brussel’s gazette;

Then cheer up, my lads, with one voice let us sing

Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king.

Hearts of oak, &c.

on a simmer’s afternoon,

A wee before the sun gaed down,

My lassie wi’ a braw new gown,

Came o’er the hill to Gowrie.

The rose-bud ting’d wi’ morning showers,

Bloom’d fresh within the sunny bowers,

But Kitty was the fairest flower

That ever bloom’d in Gowrie.

I had nae thought to do her wrang,

But round her waist my arms I flang

And said, “My lassie, will ye gang

To view the Carse o’ Gowrie?’’

I’ll take ye to my father’s ha’

In yon green field beside the shaw,

And make you lady o’ them a’

The brawest wife in Gowrie.”

Saft kisses on her lips I laid,

The blush upon her cheek soon spread; She whispered modestly, and said,

I’ll gang wi’ ye to Gowrie.”