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Some heartie cock wad then hae sang,
As auld Scotch sonnet aff wi' glee,
Syan pledge his co-the chorus rang,
Aud Scotia and her sons are free.
Bythe, blythe &c
Thus cracks and jokes and sangs gead round,
Till morn the s'e o'light did draw,
Yet drisch to rise the carls round,
Cry'd oco an chorus then awa.
Blythe, blythe &c
The landlord then the nappy brings,
And toasts fu' happy a' may be,
Syne tooms the cog-the chorus rings,
Auld Scotia's shall ay be free
Blythe blythe, &c.
Then like our dads o' auld langsyhe,
Let social glee unite us a',
Ay blythe to meet our mou's to weet,
But ay as sweer't to gang awa.
Blythe, blythe, &c.
LILIES OF THE VALLEY.
O'er barren hills and flowery dales,
O'er seas and distant shores,
