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And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
wha had done her the deed, mysel, O.
My bonny sweet lass on the gowany grass,
Beneath the Shilling Hill, O,
If I did offence, I’se mak ye amends,
Before I leave Peggy's mill, O.
O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O,
And the coggin o' the wheel, O,
The sack and the sieve, a' that ye maun leave,
And round wi' a sodger reel, O,
BRUCE'S ADDRESS.
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots wham Bruce have aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to glorious victory.
Now's the day and now's the hour,
See the front of battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's pow’r
Edward, chains, and slavery;
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Traitor, coward, turn and flee!
