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26 What though your father's hut be lown

Aneath the green hill-side?

The ship that Willie sails in, blown

Like chaff by wind and tide, Mary?

Oh! weel I ken the raging sea,

And a' the steadfast land,

Are held, wi' specks like thee and me,

In the hollow of His hand, Willie.

He sees thee sitting on the brae,

Me hinging on the mast;

And o'er us baith, in dew or spray,

His saving shield is cast, Mary.

[ is the production of the Rev. Dr., first, minister of Campbeltown, afterwards of Campsie, and now of St. Columba's church, Glasgow. It is very popular in the Highlands. The English of the chorus is "Arise and let us go."]