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By oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be-shall be free
Lay the proud usurper low,
Tyrants fall in every foe;
Liberty's in every blow;
Forward-let us do or die.
WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT.
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rab and Allan cam to prie;
Three blyther lads that lee lang night,
Ye wdna fand in Christendie.
We are na fou, we're na that fou,
But just a wee drap in our ee;
The cock may craw the day may daw
But ay we'll taste the barley bree.
Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merryboys I trow are we;
And mony a canty night we've seen,
And mony mae we hope to see.
We are na fou, &c.
