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See the lightning's flashing by,
Darkening black the louring sky—
Traitor turn and coward fly,
March, heroes, on wi’ me.
Europe’s past, and Europe's foe.
See his lang decisive blow,
See his deadly overthrow,
Frae thrones and monarchy.
Sodgers—heroes o' renown,
Laurels fresh await our crown,
Liberty is Britain's own.
Then forward win her plea.
MY BONNY JEAN.
Behind yon hills o’ lofty height,
I dearly love to stray,
Whar lads and lasses fondly sport,
And spend the gowden day;
The cheery plains remind the strains,
O' purest joys unseen;
And ilka flow'r deck'd in the bow'r,
Blooms like my bonny Jean.
