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  May defy the French, with all their art, to alter our laws.


O WILL I COME.

Tune—The Lee Rig.

O will I come, when yont the nowes
The setting sun has hid his ee,
And meet thee whare the Irwin rows,
Sae smoothly through the gowan’d lea!
O will I come, and welcome be!
And wilt thou on my bosom rest;
And, while I own nae joy but thee,
Tell me I'm dearest to thy breast.

O yes, I'll come and joyfu’ meet,
And hear thee say thou’rt a' my ain;
Our meeting moments shall be sweet—
But O how shall we part again!
Yon star that glimmers o'er the main,
Shall set beyond blue Arran’s brow,
And, blythe, the lark renew her strain,
Ere I, reluctant, sigh—adieu.

[SUNG SLOW.]

But if I come, and thou, unkind,
Should’st shaw nae welcome in thy ee,