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3 Then let us hail the natal day

Of Wallace brave, an' a' that;

And sing how Edward ran away

Frae Bannockburn, an' a' that.

Our Wallace brave, an' a' that,

King Robert Bruce, an' a' that,

Hae aften crapt the English rose,

And laurels won, an' a' that.

May Caledonia flourish still,

The bonnet blue, an' a' that;

And heroes wha their blood wad spill

In freedom's cause, an' a' that.

Our liberties, an' a' that,

Our King, our laws, an' a' that;

And never let tyrannic power

Rule Scotia's sons, an' a' that.

THE TEMPEST.

, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer;

List, ye landmen, all to me;

Messmates, hear a brother sailor

Sing the dangers of the sea:

From bounding billows first in motion,

When the distant whirlwind's rise,

To the tempest-troubled ocean,

Where the seas contend with skies.

Hark, the boatswain hoarsely bawling,

By top-sail sheets and haulyards stand,