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 Now since ye’er waukin’ Maggie; Now since ye’re waukin’ Maggie! What care I for howlets cry, For boor—tree hank, or warlock Craigie

, wha ha’e wi’ Wallace bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory!

Now’s the day, an’ now’s the hour! See the front of battle lour; See approach proud Edward’s pow’r, Chains an’ slavery !

Wha will he a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward’s grave? Wha sae base as he a slave? Coward, turn an’ flee!

Wha for Scotland’s king an’ law, Freedom’s sword will strongly draw? Freeman stand, or freeman fa’ Caledonian, on wi’ me.

By oppression’s woes and pains; By your sons in servile chains; We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall he free.

Lay the proud usurpers low; Tyrants fall in ev’ry foe; Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die!