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44 O there's nocht now frae ruin my countrie can save,

But the keys o' kind heaven, to open the grave,

That a' the noble martyrs, who died for loyaltie,

May rise again and fight for their ain countrie.

Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be!

O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie!

The great now are gane, wha attempted to save;

The green grass is growing abune their graves;

Yet the sun through the mirk seems to promise to me

I'll shine on ye yet in your ain countrie.

Hame, hame, hame! hame fain wad I be!

O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie!

[ forms the "Raucle Carline's" song in Jolly Beggars. It is given in the fifth volume of George Thomson's collection, to the tune of "The White Cockade." Others adapt it to the tune of "O an ye were dead, guidman."]

[ following are the old Jacobite verses to the popular tune of "The White Cockade."]

[ by. Music arranged by Neil Gow, Jun.]

over the hills of the heather so green,

And down by the Corrie that sings to the sea,

The bonny young Flora sat weeping her lane,

The dew on her plaid and the tear in her e'e.

She look'd at a boat with the breezes that swung,

Away on the wave like a bird on the main;

And aye as it lessen'd she sigh'd and she sung,

"Farewell to the lad I shall ne'er see again;

Farewell to my hero, the gallant and young,

Farewell to the lad I shall ne'er see again.