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 21 For that land and that freedem our fathers have bled, And we swear by the blood which our fathers have shed, That ne feet of a fee shall e'er tread on their grave, But the thistle shall bleem on the bed of the brave, The thistle of Scotia !--the thistle sae green!

OCH HEY! JOHNNIE LAD.

Och hey! Johnnie lad, Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been, Och hey, Johnnie lad, Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen. I waited lang beside the wood, Sae wae and weary, a' my lane, Och hey, Johnnie lad, Ye're no sae kind's ye should hae been,

I looked by the whinny knowe, I looked by the firs sae green, I leeked owre the spunkie how, And aye I thought ye would hae been. The ne'er a supper cress'd my craig, The ne'er a sleep has clos'd my e'en, Och hey, Johnnie lad, Ye're no sae kind's ye should hae been.

Gin ye were waiting by the weed, Then I was waiting by the thern, I thought it was the place we sot, And waited maist till dawning morn.