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Rh Contention’s fate I’ve seen too late, And grandeur’s luring glare So here my doom is endless gloom With sullen grim despair.

No more again on hill or plain To me shall ranks appear; Nor blazing steel e’er more shall reel. In charge of bayonet or spear Keen ruin’s blast, my lot at last, Hath drive’n me far from joy, Fate, take my life but spare my wife, And harmless, darling boy.

W I and my Jenny thegither were tied We had but sma‘ share o the world between us We lo,ed ither weel, and had youth on om side And strength and guid health were abundantly gi‘en us, I warsled and toiled through ‘the fair and the foul And she was right careuf o‘ what I broght till her, For aye we had mind o the canny auld rule, Just marry for love and work for siller.

Our bairns they cam’ thick— we were thankfu for that, For the bit and the brattie, cam’ aye alang wi them