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 And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in his eye. The pipes should play a cheerful strain, the banners round him fly, And for his king and country with pleasure he will die.

But I hope yet to see him in Scotland’s bonny bounds, But I hope yet to see him, &c. His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious wounds. While wide th.o’ all the Highland hills his warlike name resounds.