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I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home
That gave the wanderer rest.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd;
Then may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.

The peaceful sigh, the balmy tear,
That meek-ey'd pity gave;
My last sad dying words shall cheer
And bless a wanderer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd;
Then may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.

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THE HIGHLAND PLAID.

Lowland lassie, wilt thou go
Where the hills are clad wi' snow,
Where, beneath the icy steep,
The hardy shepherd tends his sheep?
Ill nor wae shall thee betide,
When row'd within my Highland Plaid.

Soon the voice of cheerie Spring
Will gar a' our plantins ring;