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 fJCOTCH SONGS, �' Tw]'/ir/A z c e  SOWD, Pibh, nd!  each fia iig , e r an wav i glad summo to w; T lo h old bin en w'd  t yoke, Too long ere the pride of the tartan awoke. Dun Edin shall welcome her monarch again, We have spum'd at the Saxon and trampled the chain: Burst forth in your wrath, and the fight shall be won, Ere the echoes return to the roar of the m. Sound, pibroch sound.* with thy soul-stlrrlng peal, Call the men ot r Glenulin, the sons ot r Loch/el; Our prince is among us, with eJaymore and plaid, And plaid and claymore shall stand forth to his ski. Come down like your torrents full fiush'd with the ruin ' Cry your war cry like eagles thai scream o'er the slain, One wild day of battle, one rush on the foe, And the traitors shall quail, the murlr lie low. ,, WHEw wild war's deadly blast was blown, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony it sweet babe fatherleM, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where lang I'd been a lodger, Mhumble knapsack a' my wealth, poor and honest sodget. A leal light heart was in my breast, My hand unstain'd wi' plunder; And for fair Scotia hame again I cheery on did Wander. I thought upon the banks o' Coil, ! thought upon my Nancy, 0,,,,Gool�

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