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 3 See, the lightning's flashing by,

Dark'ning black the louring sky—

Traitor turn, and coward fly,

March, heroes, on wi' me.

Europe's peat, Europe's foe,

See his lang decisive blow,

See his deadly everthrow,

Frae thrones and monarchy.

Sodgers—heroes o' renown,

Laurels fresh await our crown,

Liberty is Britain's own,

Then forward, win her plea.

THE BANKS O'CLYDE.

AWA, awa, my Jamie's gane,

Out owre the seas, far far frae hame,

He's gane, and cross'd the ocean wide,

And left the bonny banks o' Clyde.

Awa he's gane to fight his foe,

And left me here in grief and woe;

My love, who left me by his side,

Alang the bonny banks o' Clyde.